Such a demeanor from him made Summer Sutton pause.
Summer's heart skipped a beat, as if she had a premonition of what he wanted to say, inexplicably feeling a bit nervous.
Adrian Walyon stared at her for quite a while, speaking slowly, "Summer, the night in London when the incident happened, wasn't there something you wanted to tell me?"
Summer looked at him in astonishment, her cheeks slightly flushed.
Adrian looked at her insouciantly, his handsome face slowly leaning towards her, his fingertips gently pinching her delicate chin as he asked insistently, "What did you want to tell me?"
"..."
Summer felt dumbfounded for a while after he spoke, her lips moved slightly, seemingly struggling.
A long silence stretched between them.
Summer just stared at him, looking at him steadily for a good moment, her tone calm, "What I wanted to tell you was, actually, many times I wanted to say thank you to you, for so many things I'm grateful."
