Secret Marriage, High-Profile Pampering!-Chapter 783: A Different Kind of Fireworks
Sitting quietly on the ground, her gaze fell on his face, she was staring at him.
Ryan Walyon’s features were extremely attractive, almost flawless, with very pronounced contours, each part seemed meticulously carved. It’s hard to imagine that such a perfect-looking person could exist in this world.
There was a special aura about him, faint yet mysterious, like the night, which made people irresistibly want to explore more about him, wanting to understand him better.
Ariella Sawyer stared at him for a while, suddenly curious about what kind of person he really was.
She was so focused staring at Ryan Walyon, with her face slightly tilted.
Ryan Walyon had just finished dressing the wound on her hand. When he looked up, his gaze happened to meet hers.
Looking into her clear, water-like eyes, Ryan Walyon was momentarily stunned.
The two were very close, their faces almost touching.
Ryan Walyon instinctively took two steps back.
Ariella Sawyer quietly looked at him, her gaze lingering on him for a while, then she smiled at him, "Thank you for bringing me back."
She seemed extremely tired, struggling to get up from the ground, walking to the sofa, too lazy to even return to bed, and after heavily dropping onto the sofa she instantly fell asleep.
After that, she was particularly quiet, not saying another word, seemingly asleep.
Ryan Walyon stared in a daze at her like this.
In fact, when bringing Ariella Sawyer back, he had considered whether her drunkenness was real.
Or perhaps, she might use this opportunity while drunk to do something.
After all, there were so many women wanting to squeeze into the Walyon Family, and being drunk gave an excuse to do anything.
But what he didn’t expect was that Ariella Sawyer was well-behaved throughout, and aside from her slightly disheveled state while sleeping, she did nothing else after getting drunk.
Perhaps this woman is a bit different from other actresses?
At least, not as disreputable.
...
Ryan Walyon didn’t linger long in Ariella Sawyer’s room. After picking up a light blanket from the floor and throwing it over her, he drove back to the Walyon family mansion.
It was past ten when he arrived home.
Summer Sutton was sitting in the dining room having a late-night snack.
Next to her, Adrian Walyon was accompanying her.
Seeing him return, Summer Sutton greeted him, "You’re back!"
"Mm." Ryan Walyon responded to her flatly.
"So early?" Adrian Walyon chimed in.
Summer Sutton, "..."
Ryan Walyon’s expression darkened. He turned his head to toss a line back to him, "Otherwise?"
"I was just making small talk," Adrian Walyon shrugged and continued eating his wontons.
His taste was increasingly aligning with Summer Sutton’s lately. Married for more than two years, now basically, whatever Summer Sutton liked to eat, he picked up the taste for too.
Ryan Walyon cast a brief glance at the two of them and continued heading upstairs.
The entire first floor was left to Adrian Walyon and his wife.
"Let’s go, back to the room." Having quickly finished the wontons in his bowl, Adrian Walyon grabbed Summer Sutton’s hand and, taking large strides, led her towards their private quarters.
It was a little past ten, still early by his bedtime.
After returning, Adrian Walyon couldn’t help but spend some time in the nursery.
Standing quietly in the middle of the room, looking at the carefully arranged decorations, his heart felt tender at this moment.
In over eight months, the baby would be born.
Playing with a handmade windmill in his hand, watching it spin around, he imagined the scene of the baby crawling and playing in the room once it could walk, making Adrian Walyon’s lips curl slightly upward.
Just over eight months to go!
