Just as Noah Drexler was staring at her in a trance, Sumr Shawcross suddenly withdrew her hand from the porridge, placing it back into the bowl, then suddenly lowered her head and took a sip.
Seeing this, Noah Drexler frowned slightly, puzzled, but she placed the bowl on the ground and suddenly stood up, leaning toward him.
She reached out, cupping his face in her hands. At that mont, she felt the stubble on his face... she paused for a second and then quickly moved closer, pressing her lips against his thin lips.
Noah Drexler’s body went stiff.
Sumr’s heart was filled with joy as she hurriedly passed the porridge from her mouth to his.
Noah Drexler frowned. Even though he didn’t want to eat, he couldn’t help but open his lips and drink the porridge she passed to him.
The food, which once made him feel nauseous, now carried her scent... becoming not so hard to swallow, instead... it held a bit of sweetness.
Perhaps it had been a long ti since he had any moisture; he closed his eyes and couldn’t help but swallow the porridge from her mouth, bit by bit.
Seeing him cooperate so well, Sumr was overjoyed. After releasing him, she continued using this thod to feed him until the bowl of porridge was finished.
Seeing him finally eat sothing, Sumr’s anxious heart finally cald slightly.
But after such an exhausting effort, she also felt a bit tired.
After confirming that his condition was stable, she breathed a sigh of relief, sat down on the carpet beside him, then gently rested her head on his lap like a kitten, and gently closed her eyes.
She was really too tired... since yesterday, she had only slept cautiously for a little while.
Seeing this, Noah Drexler’s expression faltered. He lowered his gaze, looking at the woman peacefully sleeping in his lap, and the expression on his handso face suddenly turned gentle.
This scene... for so reason, filled his heart with warmth and tranquility...
He watched her sleeping form for a long ti, then finally couldn’t resist reaching out his hand, gently stroking her soft long hair... listening to her gentle breathing.
After a long while, he moved his thin lips, his expression complicated as he spoke in a low, steady voice.
"Silly woman, don’t let misunderstand."
At that mont, she almost made him believe that she really loved him.
But... that was sothing he had never dared to imagine.
When he first saw her, she stood nobly before him, clean and beautiful like an angel.
As for him, covered in blood, he was a rascal falling into darkness...
They were people from two different worlds, separated by an entire world...
At the ti, he had no feelings for her, only that this little girl evoked a long-lost warmth in his heart...
Later, at eighteen, he ca to her ho as the Shawcross Family’s creditor, and her eyes were still clear and pure, untainted by worldly affairs.
And he, having clawed his way to the top, was ruthless, cold, and indifferent; his eyes filled with sches, complexity!
The girl, always doted upon, had eyes full of dislike for him.
He understood then that an entire world still separated him from her, unreachable...
Over the past two years or so, he had long grown accustod to her disdain and contempt.
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