After the door opened, he didn’t go inside, just stood at the entrance, gazing at her, seemingly waiting for her reaction.
"..." Sumr Shawcross was stunned there, lowered her head to look at the bowl the man threw on the floor, which had shattered into two pieces, feeling a sudden sense of helplessness.
She suddenly rembered how uncomfortable she felt last ti she accidentally drank the soup that the butler had spiked.
If she left, given Noah Drexler’s temper, he would definitely get angry and force himself to endure it...
Thinking of this, Sumr couldn’t help but grit her teeth, sighed helplessly, and then walked towards him.
Seeing her approaching, the man’s eyes flashed with brightness.
The next second, he raised his eyebrows and then, with a serious and sincere expression, said to her.
"You can leave, Sumr Shawcross, I’m not forcing you!"
He was not forcing her to stay!
Upon hearing his words, Sumr’s face stiffened, this feeling of knowing she’s been plotted against but still powerless to do anything made her very uncomfortable!
He was sure that she wouldn’t bear to leave him, so he deliberately drank that bowl of soup!
Thinking this, Sumr shot him a discontented glare, then turned around and entered the room.
Once she entered, the man’s face showed a hint of joy, turned and quickly followed her inside, skillfully closing the door behind him.
As soon as he entered the room, raised his arms, planning to hug her, she suddenly turned away, walked to the bedside and picked up the phone from the nightstand, pressing a button to call the servant.
Her actions made Noah furrow his brows, his eyes filled with confusion as he looked at her.
"Please send a tub of ice to the young master’s room!" As soon as the call connected, Sumr issued the order.
"A tub of ice? Are you sure a tub of ice?" The astonished, shocked voice of the servant ca through the phone.
"Yes, that’s right, a tub." Pausing here, Sumr continued saying.
"Oh, wait, if there’s more ice, please send a bit more, thank you!"
She concluded the call amidst the servant’s surprised voice, and returned the handset to its place.
At this point, she could clearly feel a fiercely sharp gaze sweeping towards her.
In response, she didn’t mind, rely curled her lips, raised her head to look at him.
Once she lifted her head, she saw not far away, the man’s stiffened body.
He was frowning tightly, with a grim expression, staring at her intensely.
With eyes like he was about to devour her.
Facing this familiar intimidating gaze, Sumr felt slightly more composed than before.
Seeing her indifferent expression, Noah couldn’t help but feel a surge of anger, asking in a growling voice.
"Sumr Shawcross, what do you an?!"
What does she an by asking the servant to send ice?!
Facing the man’s furious shout, Sumr displayed an innocent look, glanced at him, and explained.
"Adding so ice to the bathtub will make the effects of the dicine on your body dissipate faster."
Since he deliberately used tricks, knowing she wouldn’t leave him alone, to pull such a stunt, she naturally had to ’pay back’ him a little!
Listening to her words, Noah’s face turned completely black, his expression becoming even more unpleasant.
Was she doing it on purpose?
He tightly pursed his thin lips, standing there, staring at her without saying a word.
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