Secret Marriage, High-Profile Pampering!-Chapter 865: I’m Not Him to You

Her words were no longer probing; she was asking directly.

As she spoke, the concern and worry in her eyes were unreserved.

The man’s gaze quietly fell on her face, staring at her for a while, his hand raised slightly, as if he wanted to do something.

However, after raising it, he ultimately lowered it again.

His eyes gently closed, and he casually tossed her a sentence, "No, my injury is congenital."

Summer Sutton didn’t believe a word he said now.

Pretending she hadn’t asked anything, she sat on the sofa and opened the mobile game.

She really considered this place home; after arriving, she had no intention of leaving and even started playing the game.

The only mobile game Summer Sutton could play was "Strongest King."

Her game rank, previously with Adrian Walyon’s help, had already reached the Strongest King.

However, during this time, after the season update, it had long dropped.

Plus, without Adrian Walyon to carry her, when she played alone, she barely won a few times, and Summer Sutton’s current level was still hovering around Gold or Platinum.

A very low rank, but even at this level, she could still die countless times in a game.

Previously, whenever Summer Sutton played the game and was hunted down, she instinctively called Adrian Walyon for help.

She was used to it. Today, sitting in someone else’s villa, after being chased across several grassy paths by the enemy, Summer Sutton inadvertently blurted out, "Adrian Walyon, help me!"

The living room was extraordinarily quiet; the man beside her did not react at all.

Summer Sutton failed to dodge and died once in the game.

Staring at the dimmed phone screen, Summer Sutton was momentarily stunned.

Her gaze stiffly shifted towards the man sitting on the other side of the sofa.

The other party was also looking at her, his eyes indifferent, without any flicker. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

They stared at each other for quite a while, and he casually uttered, "I’m not him."

Summer Sutton’s chest ached slightly, but she wasn’t discouraged.

She never expected the man before her to admit he was Adrian Walyon.

Having been denied by him too many times, Summer Sutton had reached a point where such words no longer stirred her much.

Switching topics, she placed her hand in the crook of his elbow and helped him toward the stairs, "Let me help you back to your room! Since I’m here now, it’ll be inconvenient for you to go upstairs alone after I leave."

The man’s footsteps stopped; he had no intention of moving with her.

"Go back!" Glancing sideways at the direction of the door, his attitude was cold.

Summer Sutton was accustomed to being shameless in front of Adrian Walyon; this time, she didn’t even bother to come up with an excuse and straightforwardly replied two words, "I won’t!"

Man, "..."

Summer Sutton didn’t care whether he liked it or not and dragged him upstairs.

The man’s leg injury probably wasn’t beyond healing; with someone supporting him, he could walk upstairs, albeit with some difficulty.

But since he could still climb the stairs, Summer Sutton believed it was only a matter of time before he recovered.

While Summer Sutton cared about his leg injury, she was optimistic about this matter, not even treating him as an injured person now.

Supporting him as they continued walking upstairs, the man beside her was not cooperating well. After a few steps, his footsteps suddenly stopped.

Summer Sutton thought he was being rather awkward then and helplessly dragged him upstairs.