She couldn’t even believe that there could exist a man who wasn’t lustful.
Before this, she believed that no man in this world couldn’t be conquered by her, and if there were, she could succeed with a little strategy.
But... when she t Noah Drexler, from the very beginning, she knew she had already failed.
The way this man looked at her, his gaze cold enough to incite fear.
"Throw her out!" Noah Drexler glanced toward the door and suddenly ordered coldly.
As soon as he finished speaking, the door to the private room was pushed open, and two tall bodyguards walked in from outside, imdiately locking onto the woman trying to approach Noah Drexler.
Rosie Sumrs was startled again, her face instantly turning pale... Was he really going to... throw her out?
She could never have imagined that soone like her, adored by many male fans and revered as a goddess, would be so disliked by a man to the extent that he wanted to throw her out like garbage!
"Miss, please!" The bodyguard glanced at Rosie Sumrs and spoke rcilessly.
The atmosphere in the box suddenly turned icy, the tension was extrely oppressive...
"Forget it, you better leave first." Sensing things weren’t right, Flynn Hughes quickly said to Rosie Sumrs.
Rosie Sumrs awkwardly stood up from the sofa, unwillingly glanced at Noah Drexler, then glared at the two bodyguards before nodding and turning to leave.
Flynn Hughes sighed, his face full of puzzlent.
The Rosie Sumrs he brought today, judged on looks and figure, would unquestionably be top-tier in the high-standard entertainnt industry, yet he didn’t even spare her a glance!
He always thought that Noah Drexler never having won around was perhaps due to his cold nature...
But today, he finally realized the depth of Noah’s aversion to won.
Suddenly curious, he wondered how impeccable, how stunning the woman who could conquer soone like Noah Drexler would have to be!
But he thought, perhaps such a woman capable of conquering Noah Drexler couldn’t exist in this world.
...
"If this happens again, I’ll throw you out too!" Noah Drexler put down his wine glass, turned his cold eyes and glanced at Flynn Hughes.
"Ahem... I’m just thinking about what’s good for you..." Flynn Hughes laughed, hurrying to explain.
"I just think, as a man, when it’s ti to vent, you should vent. Otherwise, you’ll hurt your health by holding it in..." Flynn Hughes hadn’t finished when Noah Drexler shot him a chilling glare.
He paused, then put away the frivolous smile on his face and began to speak earnestly.
"Actually, won aren’t that bad; so are quite cute. You’ll understand once you get to know them..."
After Flynn Hughes finished speaking, Noah Drexler didn’t respond, he just took the wine the bodyguard poured for him and sipped a little.
Flynn Hughes sighed again and finally couldn’t help but ask.
"Do you really detest won so much?"
His hand holding the wine glass paused, and Noah Drexler’s deep cold eyes darkened a bit.
Even he didn’t know why he felt this way!
As an adult, he clearly loathed won, but when eighteen-year-old Sumr Shawcross, frightened out of her wits after a prank gone wrong, was held in his arms, he inexplicably... liked the faint floral scent she carried.
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