Secret Marriage, High-Profile Pampering!-Chapter 757: Tonight, I called you many times
The mountain is deserted, with no village or shop nearby, and there isn’t a single soul on the road at night, making it impossible to ask passersby for help.
Summer Sutton sat stiff and slumped in the car, gritting her teeth, deciding to endure and wait to see if the situation would improve.
But after sitting for a while, the pain in her abdomen not only didn’t lessen, but instead grew more severe.
Feeling uncomfortable and pained, Summer Sutton got out of the car and vomited a few times.
Returning to the car, closing the door firmly, she leaned back against the seat again and closed her eyes for a moment.
She just wanted to rest briefly in the car and continue heading up the mountain once the pain subsided.
But as she slept, it seemed she had slept for quite a while.
Half an hour later, a striking beam of headlights came from the front.
The overly glaring light made Summer Sutton feel uncomfortable as she slowly opened her closed eyes.
The rain falling on the mountain continued to patter, blurring the car windows.
Through the misty glass, she clearly saw the person ahead, and Summer Sutton’s eyes suddenly felt a bit sore.
Adrian Walyon was clearly not expecting her to be on the mountain in the middle of the night, especially in rainy weather.
He stared at her for a while, parked the car, opened the door, and strode towards her car.
The car door opened, and upon seeing her pale face and sweat-dampened forehead, Adrian Walyon’s heart tightened.
"Summer..." he softly called her name, his hand touching hers, feeling the coldness of her body, and tentatively moved his hand underneath her.
Not feeling anything sticky, he gently let out a breath.
Leaving his own car halfway without a care, Adrian Walyon sat beside Summer Sutton, lifted her face to examine her, "What’s wrong? Where are you uncomfortable? Is your stomach hurting? Tell me!"
Summer Sutton’s lips were very pale, devoid of any color, like someone recovering from a severe illness.
Her eyelids felt heavy, seemingly difficult to lift.
"Hang in there! We’ll go to the hospital right away!" Adrian Walyon replaced her in the driver’s seat, stepped on the gas pedal to turn back at the junction ahead, and drove down the mountain.
Summer Sutton gazed at him, her voice very faint, as though she had no strength left, "Adrian, why didn’t you answer my call?"
She asked slowly, with no trace of reproach in her tone, but it made Adrian feel particularly oppressed.
Stopping the car, he explained earnestly, "I just lost my phone, searched for a while, and found it with no battery left."
"I called you so many times, you never answered, and I was worried..." Summer Sutton’s voice continued, without looking at him, she spoke her mind.
"In London, you made me worry so much, a few nights ago, you worried me again, and this time, you worried me yet again."
Adrian felt particularly uneasy, holding her hand tightly against his face, warming it with his temperature.
"It’s me who didn’t do well enough, my fault." Without a word of defense for himself, he accepted whatever she accused him of.
The business tonight was just ordinary business.
Meeting Father Hughes, his mood was just like facing any other client, nothing special at all.
Precisely because it was so ordinary, Adrian Walyon didn’t tell Summer Sutton about it.
He thought he would be able to return by eight or nine when the matter was over.
Losing his phone, Summer Sutton going up the mountain to find him, was unexpected...
