Unless this bracelet holds so special aning for him, or so important use.
Seeing her nod, Noah Drexler paused for a mont, then closed the laptop screen before turning his face, seriously staring at her face for a few seconds.
The gaze from his dark eyes fell on the bracelet on her wrist.
"It’s my mother’s heirloom."
Since the ti he could rember, the life with his mother was poverty-stricken, yet she had a most treasured bracelet.
Even in the toughest tis, she never had the heart to sell the valuable bracelet.
Until he was sixteen, when youthful rebellion got him into so life-threatening trouble, his mother reluctantly pawned the bracelet.
It took him over ten years to finally get it back.
...
Upon hearing this, Sumr Shawcross was astonished and looked down in shock at the Moonstone Bracelet on her wrist.
No wonder she never heard him ntion his mother or family affairs before.
So his mother had already...
She rembered last night, when he ntioned his mother liked the moon, she was sowhat hopeful to et her.
But unexpectedly...
"I’m sorry..." Coming back to her senses, she looked apologetic and hurriedly apologized to him.
"No need to apologize to ." Seeing her look of guilt, Noah Drexler couldn’t help but frown and said.
"That... Also about last night, I wanted to apologize too, for using you and Wendy Linden in a bet without your consent..." Sumr lowered her head, speaking softly.
Actually, last night, she intended to apologize after he finished his shower, but unexpectedly fell asleep in exhaustion, only waking up now.
Hearing her words, Noah Drexler’s expression darkened.
What upset him wasn’t whether she had his consent, but rather, she didn’t care enough about him...
Prior to this, he never cared how others viewed him.
But at this mont, he cared imnsely!
...
Ultimately, he said nothing and expressionlessly resud his work on the laptop.
The room returned to silence, with only the sound of him typing on the laptop keyboard.
Seeing this, Sumr froze on the bed, feeling the atmosphere in the room beco sowhat oppressive, and its source... was the man on the sofa.
Although his face didn’t show much expression, she could feel the low pressure emanating from him.
Looking at Noah Drexler’s cold face, Sumr felt helpless; it was obvious he was still angry with her...
...
Before long, the cruise that had circled back from the sea docked at Zephyria’s port.
After freshening up and changing into a new professional outfit, Sumr blended in with Sean Morgan and the others, disembarking the cruise with Noah Drexler.
Just as they reached the pier, a middle-aged portly man with glasses, accompanied by two subordinates, approached with a welcoming smile.
"Mr. Drexler, I’ve been expecting you for quite so ti," the middle-aged man said respectfully, smiling.
In response, Noah Drexler didn’t say much, simply nodding his chin slightly in greeting.
"The car is ready, please board; I’ll take you to inspect our Zephyria division now," the middle-aged man said politely, gesturing to the waiting cars by the pier.
With that, he went to open the rear door of one of the cars for Noah Drexler.
User Comments
0 comments from readers