The man, resigned, stood by the sofa staring at her for a while, his hand withdrawing.
The bedroom they were in was quite large, tens of square meters, comparable to a small apartment.
Usually, with only one person living there, it seemed a bit empty.
But tonight, with Summer Sutton, she didn't take up much space, but the room felt fuller, even the whole villa seemed more alive.
Summer Sutton had actually been awakened by the two shakes just now.
However, afraid of being kicked out, she lay on her side, pretending to sleep.
The man in bed seemed not to have slept either, Summer could feel that he seemed to be watching her.
How well does she know Adrian Walyon?
She could sense his gaze from behind her.
Summer Sutton gently tightened the sheet on her body, suddenly curious about what he was thinking now.
Was he thinking of how to kick her out?
Thinking of this, Summer closed her eyes tighter, fearing she'd be caught pretending to sleep poorly.
