If she was just making a show with the knife, it wouldn’t matter, but she really went hard on herself!
As the man’s words fell, Sumr Shawcross paused, her face imdiately showing a bit of guilt.
"Um... actually, it doesn’t hurt that much, you can... you can..." She forced a laugh, saying to him guiltily.
She knew that her unreasonable actions today, given his temperant, not throwing her down the stairs directly when carrying her up was already the greatest kindness he could show her...
Listening to her words, his expression didn’t improve in the slightest, he continued lowering his eyes to help her with the wound.
His movents, however, were much gentler than earlier...
Sumr lent her head back, obediently letting him apply dicine and bandage her up.
After a long while, the bandaging was done, and the frustrated Noah Drexler angrily tossed the scissors on the coffee table after cutting the gauze.
His handso face was filled with discontent.
Sumr was startled, seeing his gloomy expression, she instinctively shrank back.
Seeing her now obedient like a small rabbit, Noah couldn’t help but frown, suppressing his displeasure as he coldly snorted.
"Sumr Shawcross, you’re getting bolder!"
She was getting bolder; now she even dared to joke with her own life!
In their past quarrels, after so unsuccessful attempts to break the engagent, she had tried hanging herself a few tis.
But she had never hurt herself.
But today, she was serious; had she pushed a bit harder, she could have died!
Thinking of this, Noah’s face darkened further.
Hearing him say this, Sumr helplessly pouted her lips, but due to her fault, she didn’t dare to argue loudly with him.
"I was just..."
She was just afraid sothing would happen to him; otherwise, soone like her who cherished her life wouldn’t dare risk it.
So, even knowing that acting like this might anger him, and make him dislike her, she would still do it.
Because right now, she had no better way.
If she had to watch him crippled while doing nothing, what would be the point of her living again?
...
Looking at her face filled with aggrieved expressions, Noah’s gaze halted for a mont.
He took a deep breath and fell silent.
Even though monts ago his heart was full of anger, seeing her aggrieved look made his heart soften, and a bit of helplessness appeared on his handso face.
The bedroom was quiet at this mont.
Sumr kept her head down, knowing he was displeased, so she sat there honestly, waiting for his next reprimand.
However, after waiting a while, it was still silent.
Just as she wondered and wanted to look up at him, his stern and sharp voice rang again.
"From now on, don’t touch knives again!"
After his voice sounded, she raised her head in surprise and looked at him.
He was looking at her with a stern face, the anger still not faded.
She thought he would angrily bla her for ignoring his position and causing trouble without reason...
"Are you... not angry?" She opened her lips, asking him in confusion.
He doesn’t bla her for threatening to cancel the Rovena project...
"What do you think?" He frowned, asking her coldly.
Does she think he has to be furious to the point of dying from her actions, or strangle her in anger, for it to count as being angry?!
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