My Aloof Husband, Mr. Drexler, Dotes Me Excessively Chapter 192: He’s Suffered Too Much in This Life

Her words made the housekeeper pause for a mont, realizing sothing, and then a smile appeared on her face.

"Ma’am, what are you saying? Thanks to your supportive words last ti, we’re doing well. Last weekend, he even entrusted with his retirent pay bank card."

Sumr Shawcross, however, felt even more puzzled. She didn’t seem to be doing well at all from her deanor.

"I... I just watched a TV drama in the morning, and the ending was too sad. I couldn’t hold back and cried. Do you think directors nowadays do it on purpose, always filming tragedies? I dare not watch such dramas in the future," the housekeeper added, as if afraid she might suspect sothing.

Saying this, she placed a bowl of chicken soup in front of Sumr Shawcross.

Looking at the chicken soup before her, Sumr instinctively shook her head, "I don’t want to drink chicken soup; let’s just eat rice instead."

She had developed a psychological shadow over chicken soup, always feeling as if drinking it would make her lose control, just like that night...

"Alright, I’ll get you so rice right away." Hearing this, the housekeeper nodded quickly and turned to serve her so rice.

...

Three days later, late at night.

Sumr Shawcross awoke from a nightmare once again, instinctively looking to her side. The other side of the large bed was empty...

Her heart was filled with a sense of loss.

In her dream just now, she saw once again everything Dustin Hughes and lanie Trueman had done to her in the past.

She didn’t know why, but whenever Noah Drexler wasn’t by her side, her chances of having nightmares increased significantly.

Ever since she moved into Noah Drexler’s bedroom, as long as she was with him, she hadn’t had a single nightmare.

She thought, perhaps it was his presence that made her feel at ease...

Thinking of Noah Drexler, Sumr couldn’t help but pick up the phone on the bedside table and take a look.

He seed to be very busy these days, always too occupied to answer her calls, though occasionally he would reply to a few text ssages.

A cool breeze blew in from the window, bringing Sumr back to her senses. She turned her head and looked out the window.

Tonight, there was no moonlight, but in the silent night sky, the stars were plentiful and brilliant.

Sumr Shawcross pulled off the covers, slipped on her slippers, and walked to the window, looking up at the stars, her mood finally calming down a bit.

It was then she suddenly rembered sothing, lifting her wrist to look at the Moonstone Bracelet on her wrist...

Under the starlight, the gemstone on the bracelet emitted a faint light blue glow, corresponding magically with the stars in the sky, looking very beautiful.

Sumr looked down at the bracelet, a comforting smile appearing on her face.

However, just as she was about to turn back to continue resting, her gaze accidentally glanced toward the garden of The Hillside Villa, where specks of firelight seed to be flickering.

She was startled, her mind going blank for a mont—how could there be firelight over there at such a late hour?

...

At this mont, late at night, within the garden.

Under the osmanthus tree, there was a photo of a beautiful woman, with two incense sticks and two candles lit in front of it, as well as a variety of fruits laid out.

The elderly housekeeper knelt in front of the tree, sighing as she spoke.

"Ma’am, you must bless the gentleman to safely get through this ordeal. I’ve watched him grow up. He’s had such a hard life, such a hard life..."

The wrinkled face was full of worry and sorrow.

The housekeeper had just finished speaking when a shocked voice ca from behind her.