Just as Noah Drexler was staring at the servant in front of him, lost in thought, a sudden knocking sound echoed.
...
—Knock, knock!
...
Hearing the knocking, Noah furrowed his brow, then pursed his lips and said,
"Co in."
The door was pushed open from outside, and a puzzled Sean Morgan walked in.
"Boss, I heard..."
But the mont he saw the person in the bedroom, his voice suddenly halted, his face full of surprise.
Just now, he heard rumors outside that the boss had taken a liking to a servant and even drove away Miss Duval for that servant...
He originally didn’t believe it... but at this mont, seeing the servant standing beside the sofa, Sean’s feelings suddenly beca incredibly complicated.
Could the rumor... be true?
He had thought the boss wouldn’t be like other n, doing such fickle things.
But... thinking about it, he suddenly felt a bit sorry and dissatisfied for the madam, and his eyes bore an instinctive dislike towards the servant.
The slightly hostile look from Sean made Sumr Shawcross, standing by the side, freeze for a mont, then realize what was happening. She turned around to look at Noah and then spoke.
"Young Master, I’ll be leaving now."
As soon as she finished speaking, she turned around to leave.
But just as she took a step, a large hand suddenly extended from the man, grabbing her wrist...
The warmth of his palm was sowhat hot, making her heart tighten.
She halted her steps, just about to turn and look at him when his low, yet magnetically tinged voice suddenly sounded behind her.
"From now on, you will stay in my room."
Hearing his words, Sumr froze for a mont, suddenly recalling what he had just said.
Even though they were husband and wife, her identity at the mont wasn’t as Sumr Shawcross, and this man hadn’t shown any signs of recognizing her identity, nor had he ever questioned who she was.
Though she felt sothing odd, there was still so discomfort.
"Young Master, I’m not that type of woman." She bit her lip, turning her head to speak to him sternly with so discontent.
That type of woman?
Hearing her words, Noah couldn’t help but find it amusing.
The next second, he abruptly released her wrist and nonchalantly said, "You can go."
Seeing this, Sumr turned around and continued walking towards the door.
Just a few steps out, the man’s casual reminder sounded again.
"If you walk out that door, you’re fired."
Hearing this, Sumr’s steps halted again, and she turned back with so dissatisfaction to glance at him.
Was he threatening her?
Does he treat other won like this, too?
Though sowhat angry inside, considering the current circumstances, Sumr bit her lip, ultimately refraining from saying anything and simply turning back, walking to stop beside the sofa.
Seeing her return, the man raised his eyebrow, a touch of triumph appearing on his handso face...
...
All of Noah Drexler’s previous actions and reactions were caught by Sean Morgan, and it made him blanch.
He always thought that only with Mrs. Drexler did the boss show such a happy and relaxed expression, and only when facing her did he beco softer, unlike his usual cold self.
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