"I see..."
Sean Morgan exclaid in surprise.
He never imagined that Mrs. Shawcross’s lips could have such a use...
Sumr Shawcross was speechless for a mont. After Sean finished taking notes, she finally found a chance to speak up.
"Is there a first aid kit here?"
Noah Drexler’s hand injury couldn’t be ignored any longer.
"Yes, there is. Please hold on, I’ll get it for you now." Sean nodded and turned to leave, but was stopped by Sumr.
"Wait a minute!"
Sean paused, "Mrs. Shawcross, do you have any other requests?"
Sumr nodded and continued speaking to him.
"I have so other things I need, can you have soone bring them to ?"
"Of course, please tell what you need, madam."
"I need you to bring a piano over, and also... please bring the violin from the innermost cabinet in the cloakroom as well."
Hearing this, Sean imdiately nodded in agreent.
He thought that since the lady is a singer, she naturally can’t do without these instrunts.
"Oh, and could you also get... so gaming consoles or adult toys, sothing to kill ti, preferably sothing addictive." Sumr added as she rembered sothing else, directing Sean.
Noah Drexler uses pain to distract himself, she thought this principle was sowhat similar. If so interesting gas could divert his attention, it might have so effect.
She rembered when she was little, her grandfather quit smoking to avoid exposing her to it. He constantly ate candies to distract himself from his nicotine cravings.
Although her grandfather’s smoking situation wasn’t the sa as Noah Drexler’s, the two scenarios had a little in common.
Hearing this, Sean was puzzled for a mont, but quickly understood and nodded imdiately.
"Alright, I’ll have soone prepare it right away!" As soon as he finished speaking, Sean Morgan turned and left.
Sumr Shawcross glanced at the tightly closed bedroom door behind her, then stretched lazily, planning to take a walk and breathe so fresh air.
She was in such a rush last night that she didn’t get a chance to appreciate the surroundings, but she rembered this place was remote with a good environnt, particularly suitable for recuperation.
As Sumr went downstairs, she noticed the rain had stopped. After raining all night, the mountain air was especially fresh.
Sumr walked to the door, took a deep breath of the fresh air, and quietly stood there, looking at the lush forest in the distance, her mind clearing.
"Mrs. Shawcross, your phone has been ringing non-stop..." At this mont, a bodyguard suddenly approached, holding a white phone.
Sumr turned around, took the phone from the bodyguard’s hand, looked at the number, paused for a mont, then answered it.
"Sumr Shawcross, why haven’t you been responding to my ssages?" Wendy Linden’s voice ca from the phone.
"I’ve been a bit busy these past two days, is there sothing you need?" Sumr paused, then asked her.
Ever since she helped Wendy deal with her stepmother, Wendy had been acting out of character. She used to find fault with everything about her, but recently had been sending her small ssages and bothering her constantly.
"Oh, it’s nothing really, I just wanted to tell you that there’s finally so good progress with the Linden family matters."
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