Summer Sutton couldn't understand him. After cleaning the table, she sat down to have breakfast.
Adrian Walyon sat opposite her.
He seemed puzzled about last night and kept staring at her with a complicated expression while eating.
As he stared, he suddenly blurted out, "Last night, I didn't do anything?"
"Yes." Summer Sutton nodded.
"Didn't say anything either?" Adrian Walyon frowned even more.
"Exactly." Summer Sutton nodded once again.
"…" Adrian Walyon looked at her incredulously, then leaned heavily against the back of his chair.
He seemed quite conflicted and even kicked the table leg several times.
Summer Sutton was drinking milk, and each time he kicked, the table shook, causing milk to spill out a bit.
So from the beginning of breakfast until now, Summer Sutton had been repeatedly wiping the table.
After several repetitions, she lifted her face and glared at the man opposite her.
"Adrian Walyon, that's enough!"
