The room was in complete disarray, petals were scattered everywhere, and the bed was a sight too tragic to behold.
The sheets were even worse, she couldn't bear to look at them.
On the white sheets, there were many dried stains. Summer Sutton just stared at them, her cheeks blushing again.
Adrian Walyon shot her a sidelong glance, his lips curling into a smug smile.
Summer Sutton quickly pulled the sheets off, awkwardly clutching them as she tossed them into the washing machine.
Afterwards, she briefly tidied up the room and went downstairs.
She was starving at this point. Adrian Walyon had dismissed the servants; with only the two of them in the villa, Summer Sutton had to fend for herself.
Before she could start cooking, a call from the Walyons interrupted her.
"Both of you come back!" Old Master Walyon barked, then hung up.
The couple had just gotten their marriage certificate yesterday, and Adrian Walyon had rushed to bring Summer Sutton home for their wedding night.
