Secret Marriage, High-Profile Pampering!-Chapter 125: Alive as a Walyon, Dead as a Walyon Soul

Summer Sutton didn’t care much, deciding to continue the act.

"Let’s go back, let’s go back!" She released her grip on his arm, pretending she couldn’t stand steadily, and stumbled a few steps forward.

Summer Sutton’s head was spinning, she was almost drunk anyway, so when she pretended, she really looked the part.

Adrian Walyon just turned his head and looked at her coldly, with no emotion in his eyes.

Summer Sutton continued to walk on her own.

Adrian Walyon’s eyes were so chillingly cold now, being with him made Summer Sutton feel uneasy.

She was truly faking her drunkenness before, she was conscious.

But as she walked, perhaps the alcohol was catching up, she really was tipsy now.

The snowy ground was slippery, and a heavily drunk person couldn’t keep their balance. Walking along, she suddenly fell into the snow again.

The distance from the restaurant door to the parking area was just a few hundred meters, and on the way, she fell several times.

Summer Sutton was in so much pain that tears almost flowed out, she sat on the ground and simply refused to move.

Like a child having a tantrum, she sat there in the snowy ground, continuously rubbing her bruised knee.

Adrian Walyon, who had been standing there, staring at her for a long time, slowly walked over to her.

He bent down and picked her up from the ground.

His blood was cold, but his embrace was warm.

Summer Sutton instinctively snuggled a little further into his arms.

Perhaps because of the alcohol, she grew bolder and started poking his chest with her fingertips, beginning to complain, "Adrian, you are such a pain! I fell so many times just now, how could you just stand and watch without doing anything? You’re such an unqualified husband!"

Her ten fingers, like carved jade, slender and long.

Before Adrian Walyon could respond, she suddenly burst into laughter, "But it doesn’t matter, after all, we got married just for our own purposes, haha..."

She said it so casually, for no reason Adrian Walyon felt a wave of irritation, suddenly wanting to toss her directly into the snow.

Before he could act, Summer Sutton was drawn to the snowmen piled on the roadside and slipped out of his arms.

She squatted down next to a snowman, curiously touching it.

"Look, it’s looking at me!"

"Adrian, it even has a hat!"

Trying numerous times, she wanted to separate the snowman’s hat.

However, she didn’t succeed, and instead, the snowman turned into a heap of scattered snow under her hands.

"Huh? How did this happen?" Summer Sutton frowned, seemingly a bit disappointed.

Adrian Walyon stood beside her, looking at her as if she were an idiot.

He hadn’t believed she was drunk before, but now he truly did.

"How did it break? How could it just break like that?" Summer Sutton held the snow in heap after heap, trying to restore the original snowman.

But after several tries, the result was always a shapeless mass.

Adrian Walyon couldn’t look at it any longer, luckily it was only the two of them here.

"Summer Sutton, when you go out in the future, don’t say you’re from the Walyon Family!" Thinking she was incredibly silly at the moment, he bent down and picked her up again.

That remark of his was purely to mock her current silliness.

Unexpectedly, Summer Sutton seriously thought for a moment after hearing it, and then replied with a single word, "Okay."

"You wouldn’t dare!" Adrian Walyon was so angry he wanted to drop her again.

Summer Sutton looked at him in confusion, didn’t understand how just one sentence could cause such a response.

"Born as a member of the Walyon Family, die as a Walyon soul, wherever you go, remember you’re from the Walyon Family!" Adrian Walyon fiercely reminded her.

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