Secret Marriage, High-Profile Pampering!-Chapter 775: Taking All His Advantages

She snapped back to reality upon noticing Summer Sutton’s gaze.

Summer Sutton was staring at her, and it wasn’t clear how long she had been watching. She even paused while drinking her beverage.

Her gaze was incredibly penetrating, as if she wanted to see right through her.

Ariella Sawyer suddenly felt a pang of guilt being stared at like that. She picked up the juice jug from the table, intending to pour herself a drink to cover her embarrassment. In her fluster, her elbow accidentally knocked over Ryan Walyon’s champagne glass.

Splash!

The liquid in the glass spilled out, dousing Ryan Walyon’s chest.

Ariella stared blankly at the scene, suddenly dumbstruck.

The atmosphere froze.

Ryan Walyon clearly didn’t expect this sudden mishap, his face stiffened for a few seconds.

There was a ribbon-cutting later, and as the chief of Walyon Clan Group, he had to go on stage to speak.

There would also be a ton of flashlights pointing his way, and at such an important occasion, his clothes were stained...

Ariella had already forgotten how to react; her mind was blank.

Summer Sutton glanced at the stain on Ryan Walyon’s chest, seemingly also taken aback.

Ariella stood in shock for quite a while. Coming to her senses, she frantically wanted to reach out and help him clean the stain off his chest.

However, the more frantic she was, the messier it got.

Ryan Walyon’s shirt was white, and the orange juice was glaringly obvious on his chest.

Ariella probably realized she was only making things worse, so her hand movements gradually came to a stop.

At this moment, she also had a blank mind, forgetting how to react, and didn’t notice her hand still lingering on Ryan Walyon’s chest.

Her body leaned forward, and the two were very close, the posture somewhat suggestive.

Summer Sutton had initially been a little worried for Ariella, but as she watched, her gaze suddenly turned into that of a bystander enjoying the show.

Ariella’s hand was clutching Ryan Walyon’s shirt, and the thin fabric allowed her to feel his body heat.

Scorching hot, carrying a strong masculine aroma, he had a pleasantly scented cologne, a very special scent that Ariella couldn’t quite put her finger on.

So pleasing that Ariella’s face inched closer to his chest, trying hard to figure it out.

Her face was almost buried in Ryan Walyon’s embrace, sniffing here and there on his body, inhaling repeatedly.

Next to her, Summer Sutton stared at the scene, a more intense look of spectator interest in her eyes.

Ryan Walyon’s body stiffened greatly, casting his eyes down at the woman’s face in his embrace, his expression frighteningly cold.

The overly low pressure left Ariella stunned for a few seconds. Coming to her senses, she looked at her current position, and she suddenly felt awkward.

"Sorry, sorry..." A flush of unease crept across her face, and she unnaturally shifted back next to Summer Sutton.

Avoiding Ryan Walyon’s gaze, Ariella, exasperated, raised her fist and knocked her head a few times.

How could she have done something like this?

With so many people around, if this incident hit the news, what would the media think of her?

In full public view, hitting on the President of Walyon Clan Group?

The impression Ryan Walyon gave off was always one of abstinence, and suddenly being caressed like this on his chest by a female star, even Ariella herself felt like she had taken advantage of Ryan Walyon.

Ariella was so embarrassed she wished she could find a hole to crawl into.

She was, after all, a public figure, it’s like her brain had short-circuited!

With the corner of her eye, she glanced in Ryan Walyon’s direction, cautiously observing his expression. Watching his unpleasant face, Ariella suddenly began to worry for herself.

Having offended him so publicly, would Ryan Walyon in anger withdraw all her endorsements with the Walyon Clan?