Seeing her looking at him with a silly expression, Noah Drexler couldn’t help but furrow his brow, suddenly concerned and asked her.
"Not feeling well?"
As the words left his mouth, he suddenly raised his hand, placing his palm on her forehead.
Sumr Shawcross was stunned. At the mont his palm touched her forehead, her heart unexpectedly fluttered.
Once he confird she didn’t have a fever, the expression on his handso face eased slightly.
"I’m not feeling unwell..." She parted her lips and hurriedly explained.
But his reaction surprised her a bit.
Previously, after a fight with him, when she deliberately acted against him, taking a hoe to uproot those few precious plants in his heart during a heavy rain, he had quite a fit that night...
But now, when he found out she had ruined his expensive red wine, not only was he not angry, he even praised her?
Noah Drexler released his hand from her forehead, and upon seeing her odd expression, the look on his handso face changed.
Suddenly recalling her complaints about him being too fierce last night.
He had spoken to her as gently as possible just now, could it be that his expression was still too fierce?
Thinking this, his expression changed, trying to make his look appear gentle.
The man’s facial expression suddenly softened, he pursed his lips silently, rely gazing at her in a manner that was... profound, yet devoid of any aggression, and even... sowhat warm.
Inside, Sumr Shawcross tensed.
"Noah Drexler, can you speak nicely? Don’t do this, I’m nervous..." Her body stiffened, filled with panic...
Such an unusual gentle expression appearing inexplicably on his face, especially right after she had wasted his wine, made her involuntarily feel an inexplicable sense of panic.
Once her words fell, the man’s expression altered, the tenderness vanished from his handso face instantaneously.
Replaced by a look of displeasure!
Was she afraid?
Was he still not gentle enough?!
Seeing his expression change, Sumr’s heart tightened again, quickly speaking to him.
"Um... I was wrong, I’ll compensate for the wine at original price, you don’t..."
But after she spoke, the man’s face fell again, becoming even darker in expression.
God knows how much restraint it took for him to fight the urge to strangle this woman in his arms!
She really wanted to drive him crazy!
As his expression beca increasingly unpleasant, Sumr was taken aback, quickly shutting her mouth, not daring to continue speaking.
He stared at her with displeasure in his gaze.
The way he looked made Sumr’s heart tremble, causing her to instinctively withdrawal her body.
The man furrowed his brow tightly, lowered his voice, suddenly asking her.
"Was I still not gentle enough just now?!"
Could it be that he wasn’t gentle enough just now either?!
His words made Sumr bewildered, montarily not following his aning.
"Uh... What do you an?"
Why did he suddenly ask this?
Watching her bewildered expression, Noah Drexler took a deep breath, before his extrely displeased voice sounded.
"Weren’t you complaining I’m not gentle enough?!"
Once his voice fell, Sumr was startled, suddenly recalling sothing.
Last night, when her head felt a bit dizzy, it seed she had said so things.
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