As soon as he finished speaking, he directly raised his hand to close the laptop, then continued to look at Sumr Shawcross.
"Satisfied?"
Sean Morgan quickly moved to take back the laptop.
Listening to his words, Sumr Shawcross finally breathed a sigh of relief, hurriedly letting go of the knife in her hand, allowing it to fall to the ground.
The fruit knife had just fallen when Noah Drexler stepped on it with his leather shoe, then kicked it to a place where Sumr Shawcross couldn’t reach it.
Seeing this, the bodyguards quickly walked over to take away the dangerous object for the lady.
Sumr Shawcross weakened, leaning against the sofa, a pain ca from her neck...
The fruit knife was too sharp, she didn’t control the strength just now and accidentally hurt herself.
While she was leaning on the sofa to regain her composure, she realized... the first floor had beco quiet.
She turned her head and looked around, only to find that the servants and bodyguards who had been standing aside earlier were suddenly nowhere to be seen, even Sean Morgan was gone.
Beside her, a gaze filled with anger was staring hard at her.
Her heart tightened, and she slowly turned her head to look at the man beside her.
Just as she saw the terrifying expression on his handso face, her heart skipped a beat...
She blinked, looking at the man with so panic.
"Noah Drexler..." She parted her lips, just about to explain sothing to him, when suddenly the man leaned down, without a word, lifted her off the sofa, carried her over his shoulder, and strode towards the second floor.
"..." Sumr Shawcross obediently lay on his shoulder, feeling guilty and said nothing.
As long as she could ensure his life and safety, she would accept whatever punishnt he gave her.
...
Noah Drexler carried Sumr Shawcross all the way back to the bedroom, directly going to the sofa and then tossed her onto it.
He lowered his eyes, looking at the wound on her neck, and the expression on his handso face grew even uglier.
"Noah..." Sumr parted her lips, not even finishing calling his na before he furiously growled.
"Shut up!" She better shut up now!
She froze and hurriedly shut her mouth, the arrogance she had when threatening him with a knife had long disappeared without a trace.
At this point, the bedroom door was pushed open without a knock.
A servant ran in hastily holding a dicine box.
"Sir, let bandage Madam."
Noah Drexler raised his hand, took the dicine box from the servant, and pursed his lips saying.
"No need, you can go!"
The servant nodded, then turned and left, closing the door behind them.
...
After the servant left, Noah Drexler threw the dicine box on the coffee table and then opened it, taking out dicine and tools to treat the wound, his strikingly handso face still frighteningly grim.
"Raise your head."
Sumr Shawcross dared not make him angry again and quickly obediently raised her head.
Noah Drexler took so absorbent cotton, dipped it in dicine, and began to clean her wound.
"It hurts..." The sensation from the wound made Sumr Shawcross inhale lightly, saying softly.
"Now you know it hurts?" The man’s voice ca with an angry sneer.
Didn’t she know it hurt when she cut herself with a knife just now?!
Looking at the bloodstains on her clothes, the expression on his face beca even more displeased!
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