"What’s wrong..." She looked puzzled, a bit bewildered by his gaze.
Is there sothing wrong with her toothbrush?
Just when she was feeling confused, the man suddenly raised his hand and took the toothbrush from her hand.
Sumr Shawcross looked at him in shock.
Noah Drexler pressed his thin lips without speaking, then raised the other hand to take the toothpaste. After opening the cap, he seriously squeezed it onto the toothbrush.
Afterwards, he showed a satisfied expression and handed the toothbrush with toothpaste to Sumr, who was standing beside him.
"..." Looking at the toothbrush handed to her by him, Sumr was stunned and couldn’t quite react to what was happening.
What is... this all about?
"Aren’t you going to brush your teeth?" He slightly frowned, trying to lower his voice to make it sound less harsh.
His words made Sumr stunned again, instinctively reaching out to take the toothbrush.
She stared at the toothbrush in her hand for two seconds, then showed an incredulous expression and looked at Noah.
"Did you co in just to squeeze toothpaste for ?"
Seeing her surprised expression, Noah Drexler furrowed his brow and moved his thin lips with so irritation.
"What else?"
After saying this, he turned and left the bathroom.
"..." For a mont, Sumr Shawcross was at a loss for words; forgive her for not knowing how to describe her feelings at this mont.
Since when did he beco so... helpful?
She paused for a mont and then continued to look at the toothbrush in her hand, still with a bewildered expression...
...
At noon, since Sean Morgan and other bodyguards hadn’t returned yet, Sumr Shawcross had to be in the kitchen herself, checking recipes on her phone while busy preparing lunch.
After a long struggle, she finally managed to make two dishes that looked quite presentable.
Just as Sumr Shawcross brought the dishes out of the kitchen, removed her apron, and was preparing to go upstairs to find Noah Drexler, there was so movent outside, and a car stopped outside the villa. Sean Morgan, who had just returned from vacation, walked over and lowered his head slightly when he saw Sumr Shawcross.
"Madam!"
Seeing Sean Morgan arrive, Sumr Shawcross nodded and then smiled.
"You ca at the right ti, I’ve just finished cooking, sit down and have a al together."
"Thank you, madam, I’ve already eaten." Sean hurriedly refused, but just as he finished speaking, his eyes fell on the chicken wings on the table with a fragrant aroma of red wine, revealing a look of confusion.
"Madam... the red wine in this dish is..."
"Taken from the wine cabinet." Sumr Shawcross replied subconsciously.
"Which row?" Upon hearing, Sean quickly asked.
"The first row."
"..." Sean’s face turned pale; this aroma is indeed...
"What’s wrong?" Seeing this, Sumr Shawcross showed a puzzled expression.
Is there sothing wrong with the red wine?
Sean’s mouth twitched...
The first row is filled with the boss’s limited edition red wine collection over the years, and madam actually lavishly used it for cooking?
...
In the study, Noah Drexler sat at the desk, looking at the progress of the new project on his laptop screen.
At this mont, the study door was suddenly tapped.
"Noah Drexler..." Outside the door, ca Sumr Shawcross’s delicate voice.
"Co in." He pressed his lips and said, then closed the laptop screen.
The door was gently pushed open, and Sumr Shawcross walked in cautiously, slowly coming to a stop next to him.
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