My Aloof Husband, Mr. Drexler, Dotes Me Excessively Chapter 215: More Bittersweet, Yet Sweeter Still

So he understands exceptionally well that his concern for her at this mont, his care... will make him even more greedy.

Yet she doesn’t know that if he believes she harbors feelings for him, he would never set her free in this lifeti!

...

Perhaps it was because she slept leaning against Noah Drexler, Sumr Shawcross had a rather peaceful sleep.

Until... in her dreams, she was choked awake by a faint sll of smoke.

When she opened her eyes, daylight had already filled the outside, with gentle light peeking through the gap in the blackout curtains, but the room remained quite dim.

In her ears, there was the sound of a man’s suppressed breathing.

Startled, she quickly turned her head to look, only to see in the dim light, the man leaning against the sofa, his hand on his knee gripped tightly.

She paused for a mont, quickly sniffed, and confird that the scent she slled was indeed cigarettes.

Due to her privileged upbringing, where her family adored her imnsely, they never allowed smoking in her presence, so even the faintest hint of tobacco was distinguishable to her.

She wondered if he had smoked?

However... she didn’t see a lit cigarette in his hand.

But her sense of sll wouldn’t deceive her.

Thinking of this, Sumr Shawcross suddenly realized sothing, her gaze fixated on his clenched hand, and then suddenly rembered sothing...

The injury on his hand...

Shocked, she suddenly pushed herself up from the carpet and lunged towards Noah Drexler, reaching out to pry open his hand.

"Noah Drexler, are you crazy, let go!"

Seeing her suddenly approach, Noah Drexler frowned slightly, and his grip involuntarily loosened a bit.

Sumr Shawcross pried his hand open and found there indeed was a cigarette inside, moreover... it was lit, already burned down to half.

He was burning himself with a cigarette...

Her heart twinged painfully, her eyes instantly moistening.

"Are you crazy, hurting yourself like this!" she bit her lip, hurriedly took the cigarette from his hand, and threw it onto the coffee table.

Did he really think he was made of stone, burning himself with a cigarette, going to such extres?

As Sumr spoke, tears fell down, landing on his palm.

It stung a little, but... mostly, it felt sweet.

Noah Drexler’s eyes flickered; seeing her angry appearance, his heart softened a little.

"Pain can be used to shift attention." He pressed his thin lips tightly together and spoke in a low voice.

His words caused Sumr Shawcross to catch her breath in her heart...

Suddenly, she recalled what Sean Morgan had told her before, Sean said that Noah Drexler had relied on his own willpower to endure and rid himself of that virus two years ago.

But was this how he hurt himself, to forcibly endure it?

So... just now... had he lost control again?

She suddenly thought back, realizing that while she slept, she hadn’t heard any movents around her, was it because he had been using the pain from burning himself to divert his focus, to prevent any harm from coming to her?

Thinking of this, Sumr Shawcross’s mouth was filled with bitterness, and her heart was a ss of sourness.

"Even so... you can’t harm yourself like this..." She cautiously reached out to hold his hand, speaking with a pained heart.

As a child, she had once been burned by fireworks, left with a small scar that made her cry for a long, long ti, and just rembering his actions from earlier made her involuntarily take a deep breath, simply recalling it made her feel a painful ache.