Staring at the closed bathroom door, Sumr Shawcross paused for a mont, then took off all her clothes and sat down in the bathtub.
After Noah Drexler ca out of the bathroom, he instinctively undid two buttons of his shirt. Just as he was about to go outside to get so fresh air, he opened the door and saw the butler standing at the doorway with a tray holding a glass of water and a small transparent pillbox.
The butler was about to knock when the door suddenly opened. Seeing Noah Drexler’s face filled with... annoyance, he couldn’t help but show a puzzled expression.
"Sir, are you feeling unwell?"
Facing the butler’s concerned greeting, Noah Drexler’s cold face showed a bit of embarrassnt.
"I’m fine." The next second, he raised his hand, took the tray from the butler’s hand, and then closed the door expressionlessly.
The butler stood at the door, looking at the closed door, his face even more confused.
...
Shortly after, Sumr Shawcross finished her bath and put on her pajamas. She slowly walked out of the bathroom.
Although she had twisted her foot, after massaging it with dicinal oil, it no longer hurt much, though it still slightly affected her walking.
As she ca out, Noah Drexler was half-leaning on the bed, with his white shirt unbuttoned two notches, revealing a large part of his firm chest...
At this mont, he was holding his phone, intently looking at sothing.
Seeing her co out, he frowned, promptly put down the phone in his hand, got up, and walked over to her, lifting her up in his arms and carrying her back to the bed, then setting her down.
Sumr Shawcross obediently leaned against the headboard, her gaze unconsciously lifting to glance at the man.
"Take the dicine." Noah Drexler raised his hand, picked up the water glass and small pillbox beside him, and instructed her.
Upon hearing this, Sumr Shawcross gently nodded, reached out to take the pillbox from his hand, opened it, and poured all the pills into her mouth.
Watching her actions, Noah Drexler couldn’t help but frown.
"Are you trying to choke yourself?!"
Why couldn’t she take the pills one at a ti?
When he was about to stop her, she had already poured all the pills into her mouth. Upon seeing this, Noah Drexler’s expression turned sour, but he still handed the water glass to her lips.
She lowered her head and took a big gulp of water, trying to swallow the pills.
But because there were too many pills, she ended up choking and coughing a couple of tis.
Noah Drexler frowned, suddenly stretching out his hand, clumsily yet gently patting her back a few tis, finally ending Sumr Shawcross’s coughing.
After taking the dicine, she lay down completely under the covers, her head resting on the pillow, looking utterly exhausted.
Seeing this, Noah Drexler’s eyes grew even deeper.
"I’ll have Sean Morgan assist you with the funeral arrangents."
"Thank you..." Sumr Shawcross nodded, her fair little face lacking the vitality it usually had.
Her polite thank you made Noah Drexler frown.
He lowered his eyes, staring at her for a few seconds, then suddenly leaned down, lifted his hand, and grasped her chin.
"Silly woman, don’t you dare thank !" he commanded softly, his voice full of domination...
"Okay..."
She paused for a mont, not thinking, just habitually agreeing, as if humoring him, because at this mont, she couldn’t see his presence in her eyes.
Her face had completely lost its usual vivacity and mischief...
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