He has already... many years, many years without happiness.
Never has he felt as happy as he does now.
Because at least it proves that, in her heart, there is still a place for him... even if it’s just a tiny bit, he’s still very happy!
He never thought that the woman who detested him to her very core might, one day, also feel pain for him.
The obvious joy and excitent on Noah Drexler’s face made Sumr Shawcross stunned for a mont, then she gave an expression of speechlessness.
This is the first ti she’s seen soone happy after getting injured...
Just as she was unsure what to say, there was a knock on the hotel room door.
"Boss."
"Co in." Noah Drexler pursed his lips and said, then he regained his usual serious deanor, putting away his unrestrained excitent.
The sound of card swiping ca from outside the door, and Sean Morgan opened the door and ca in with a dical kit, walking to the sofa and placing the kit on the coffee table.
Seeing the dical kit arrive, before Noah Drexler could reach out, Sumr Shawcross directly took it over, searched through it, and found the wound disinfectant and styptic.
After finding the dicine, Sumr Shawcross then turned to look at the wound on Noah Drexler’s wrist and said to him.
"Give your hand."
Upon hearing this, Noah Drexler pursed his lips, obediently extending his hand to her.
Watching Sumr Shawcross’s actions, Sean Morgan noticed the wound on Noah Drexler’s hand and showed a worried expression.
"Boss, let help you treat the wound." He quietly requested.
Having the lady treat the boss’s wound, he felt a bit uneasy.
However, after Sean Morgan spoke, Noah Drexler raised his eyes and gave him a cold glance.
Seeing this, Sean Morgan’s expression beca stiff, then he realized sothing, and said no more, just stood aside watching Sumr Shawcross bandage Noah Drexler’s wound.
Sumr Shawcross lowered her head, carefully handling his wound, dipping the cotton swab in dicine, ticulously cleaning the bloodstains near his wound, her movents very gentle, extrely cautious.
Noah Drexler kept his gaze down, as if admiring a beautiful scene, observing her while she bandaged him.
His handso face full of pleasure, eyes mixed with obvious joy.
Seeing this scene, Sean Morgan’s face was filled with confusion.
For the first ti, he saw his boss injured yet still so happy...
After disinfecting the wound, Sumr Shawcross gently sprinkled so styptic powder, fearing it might sting the wound, she didn’t dare to use too much.
"Does it hurt?" She couldn’t help but lift her head and ask him.
"No pain." The man’s eyes remained on her face, lips pursed as he softly replied.
Hearing him say this, Sumr Shawcross felt relieved, took out so gauze, and wrapped his wrist.
Before long, Sumr Shawcross looked at Noah Drexler’s wrist, which she had bandaged sowhat clumsily, her expression growing a little awkward.
"Uh... even though it does look a bit ugly, at least the bleeding stopped."
Noah Drexler glanced at her not-so-beautiful ’work’, but there was no trace of disdain in his eyes, instead, he gladly pulled his hand back.
However... right at this mont, an indescribably familiar pain suddenly made his face change dramatically.
The next second, his hands clenched tightly, along with his dark eyes, which instantly contracted.
"What’s wrong?" Sumr Shawcross was startled by his reaction.
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