Sumr Shawcross couldn’t help but slightly lift her head, closing her eyes and letting the wind from the river lift her long hair...
This scene made the man beside her, Noah Drexler, his gaze stirred, staring in a daze at her free-spirited appearance.
On her fair little face, there was a sense of ease that he hadn’t seen in a long ti.
Her current look made his heart skip a beat...
After a while, Sumr opened her eyes again, with a happy smile on her face, looking at the night cityscape on both sides of the river.
She just realized that seeing Narsus City from a different perspective at night was sowhat different from what she had imagined.
At this mont, Sean Morgan suddenly ca out of the cabin, onto the deck, and leaned over to speak to the two people on the deck.
"Madam, the dress you ordered earlier is now inside the cabin. Please go put it on."
Sean’s words made Sumr freeze for a mont, turning her head in confusion to look at him.
"The dress I ordered?"
How could she not rember when she had ordered a dress?
Sean nodded, then continued to speak to her, "You can go and see for yourself."
Hearing this, Sumr beca even more puzzled, so she got up from the deck and walked into the cabin.
The yacht wasn’t big; the cabin was like a small room with a bed and a sofa.
As soon as Sumr entered, she saw a silver gown laid out on the bed.
She halted in her tracks, a look of astonishnt on her face.
Because this dress was the one Jessica had her try on for a magazine shoot last ti.
But how did this dress end up here?
With a face full of confusion, she suddenly rembered that the suit Noah was wearing today had silver embellishnts in its details.
Seen this way, it matched perfectly with the gown on the bed, looking like a couple’s outfit.
Thinking of this, a hint of surprise erged in Sumr’s heart.
...
Before long, when Sumr erged wearing that silver gown, Noah was standing on the deck at the cabin entrance, waiting.
Hearing the noise behind him, he turned around.
Upon seeing Sumr in that silver strap gown, he couldn’t help but frown slightly.
Seeing him frown, Sumr paused, her expression freezing.
"What, doesn’t it look good?"
Noah said nothing; he just raised his arm and instinctively wrapped it around her waist.
But the mont his hand touched her waist, the handso man’s expression suddenly turned cold, his face filled with displeasure.
What his hand felt was not the fabric of the dress, but... the skin of her waist.
This damned dress exposed her entire back.
Thinking of this, Noah’s expression beca even more unpleasant!
Before Sumr could react, the man suddenly released her waist, then lifted his hand to take off his suit jacket, draping it over her without any explanation, and only when the oversized jacket wrapped her petite body did he stop.
"I’m not cold..." Sumr paused, looking at him sowhat helplessly.
Noah, however, looked down at her with a serious face, commanding in a domineering way.
"Do not take it off!"
Sumr paused, then suddenly understood, couldn’t help but find it amusing as she looked at his composed, handso face, then pursed her lips and whispered a complaint.
"Old-fashioned!"
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