Looking at her at this mont, an inexplicable ache arose in his heart...
He pressed his lips together, speaking softly to her with a serious expression.
"I’ll be back as soon as I can."
If the situation in Rovena hadn’t been so unstable, posing potential danger, he would have brought her along.
But as soon as he said this, Sumr Shawcross’s expression turned even paler.
Couldn’t he just not go?
Seeing this, Noah Drexler’s eyes flickered, and he spoke softly to her once more.
"I’ll have Sean Morgan stay with you."
With Sean accompanying her, he felt less worried.
Sumr Shawcross felt a surge of frustration, so she simply turned her head to look out the window, ignoring him.
...
Before long, the car arrived back at The Hillside Villa.
Sumr Shawcross got out of the car and walked straight inside.
Noah Drexler followed closely behind.
Seeing Noah Drexler and Sean Morgan return, the butler showed a puzzled expression.
"Sir...I thought you’d already boarded the plane?"
Noah Drexler didn’t stop but followed the fuming Sumr Shawcross upstairs.
Sean Morgan paused beside the butler, glanced at the two going upstairs, and then sighed.
"Sothing ca up; it’s postponed to tomorrow."
"No wonder, I’ll have the kitchen prepare a few more of your favorite dishes then." The butler nodded and went off to arrange dinner.
...
In the bedroom, Sumr Shawcross picked out a dress from the walk-in closet and headed into the bathroom to change.
By the ti she ca out, Noah Drexler had also returned to the bedroom, leaning back on the sofa watching her.
...
-- Knock, knock.
...
At this mont, there was a knock on the door.
"Co in." Noah Drexler’s gaze remained on Sumr Shawcross, unyielding.
The door opened, and a housemaid entered carrying a trash bin, smiling politely as she approached Sumr Shawcross.
"Madam, I’m here to collect your clothes."
"It’s in the bathroom..." Sumr paused, then pointed towards the bathroom.
The maid nodded and walked towards the bathroom with the trash bin.
Seeing this, Sumr Shawcross suddenly rembered sothing and quickly said to the maid.
"No need to wash it, I want that dress thrown away."
The dress had a lot of bloodstains on it, and she didn’t want to wear it even if it was cleaned.
The maid paused, then said, "Madam, sir instructed to have this dress burned."
Burned?
Upon hearing this, Sumr Shawcross was montarily stunned, then turned to look at Noah Drexler, pursing her lips with disdain.
"Polluting the environnt!"
Facing her criticism, there was not a hint of displeasure on Noah Drexler’s handso face; instead, there was a touch of amusent.
The maid took the dress and left the bedroom.
After the door closed, the bedroom returned to silence.
Noah Drexler’s gaze remained on her, watching her for a mont before suddenly pressing his lips together and speaking to her.
"Co here!"
Sumr Shawcross glanced at him before slowly stepping towards the sofa.
As soon as she reached his side, he unexpectedly reached out his hand, grasping her wrist.
In one natural and practiced movent, he pulled her over and had her sit securely on his lap, holding her close.
Thinking about his insistence on going to Rovena, Sumr Shawcross felt a little displeased, and instinctively moved, trying to struggle out of his embrace.
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