Secret Marriage, High-Profile Pampering!-Chapter 857: Just Want to See Your Face
A glimmer named hope.
The masked man only made this one gesture, yet it let her see hope.
In this world, the one who won’t let her suffer the slightest grievance, who won’t allow anyone to take the least advantage of her, has always been only Adrian Walyon!
If the man before her isn’t Adrian, why did he help her just now?
Summer Sutton suddenly felt that all her careful planning to come here today was worth it.
The man was already pushing the wheelchair, moving forward slowly.
Summer Sutton snapped back to reality and quickly followed him.
He clearly didn’t enjoy the hustle and bustle, leaving the socializing to Alexander Winslow and retreating to a quiet spot in the garden himself.
Summer followed him, gazing at his mask which shimmered with silver under the moonlight; her voice was very soft, "Adrian, I know it’s you! From the moment you appeared at the scene this afternoon, and I held your hand, I knew."
His hand had held hers countless times, done too much for her, just by the warmth of his palm, Summer could recognize it was him!
The silhouette in the wheelchair seemed to stiffen slightly.
His gaze emptied into the cherry blossom rain in the night, he remained silent.
In her ears, Summer’s voice gently floated, like a soft breeze drifting by, "Although I don’t know why you don’t want to return, but I trust you have your reasons. If you don’t want to go back, I won’t blame you. If you want to do something, I’ll give you time. But, can I see your face first, please?"
No matter how sure Summer felt that the man before her was Adrian, until she saw his face, she couldn’t be entirely certain, leaving a little uneasiness in her heart.
Summer feared that after all this, it might turn out to be just a figment of her imagination.
When the day comes to wake up from the dream, awaiting her would be the cold, quiet villa with only her, never again feeling his warmth beside her pillow...
Whether he is Adrian or not, only by seeing his face could Summer’s heart be completely at ease.
She probed his profile for a while, then slowly approached him, her hand trembling as she reached to remove his mask, but as she touched the edge, her wrist was abruptly tapped.
Summer flinched in pain and quickly withdrew.
"Ugh..." She muttered softly, frowning.
"Miss Sutton, aren’t you afraid that once you see my face, I might not be the person you wished for, and your dream shatters?" He tossed the words at her lightly, his tone steady.
Without turning to see Summer’s reaction, he pushed the wheelchair, slowly heading back toward the banquet hall.
Summer stood frozen in place, her ears buzzing.
If the face beneath the mask doesn’t belong to Adrian...
Since meeting this man named Jing, Summer has unwaveringly believed he is Adrian.
The question he just raised, Summer had never considered...
The man had already pushed the wheelchair away, leaving Summer standing stiffly under a cherry blossom tree in the garden, lost in thought for quite a while before following him back to the banquet hall.
Upon returning, the man named Jing was already gone.
Alexander was gone too; they must have left together.
Summer had come here because of him, and once he left, her heart felt empty, and staying there no longer had any meaning.
