Adrian Walyon's face was icy cold, letting Summer Sutton's insolence slide, without pushing her away.
When she'd vented enough, her arms weakly released him, preparing to turn and leave, he, however, grabbed her wrist.
With a slight exertion, he pulled her back into his embrace.
Summer Sutton lifted her head and cautiously glanced at him, her mind calming down, she began to worry about the consequences of offending him.
But Adrian merely looked at her, his dark eyes deep black, seemingly without any other actions.
Summer Sutton paused, her hand struggled briefly, ready to leave, but his voice as cold as winter snow slowly sounded, "Actually, the solution to these problems is very simple."
He paused, his tone intensified, "We get married, and all the rumors will be dispelled after marriage!"
Get married, throw the red marriage certificate directly in people's faces, and see who dares to gossip.
