Summer Sutton never thought Adrian Walyon would have such a soft side.
The child hasn't been born yet, but it's as if his heart has already melted; when he touches anything related to the child, the gentleness in his eyes seems to overflow.
Summer Sutton leaned against the door frame, quietly watched him for a while before slowly walking over, taking the pinwheel from his hand, and gently blew on it.
"Does it look nice?" Adrian Walyon looked at her and asked.
"Yes." Summer Sutton nodded.
"Do you think if our child is a daughter, she'll like these?" Adrian Walyon actually doesn't understand girls' world at all, doubting his own handiwork.
Summer Sutton tilted her head to look at him, smiled gently, and nodded seriously again, "As long as the baby knows it was made by her dad personally, she'll like it."
"Really?" Adrian Walyon seemed very happy when he heard this, his obsidian eyes instantly brightened.
