As his words fell, he leaned down, just about to kiss her when her voice, full of disdain, suddenly rang out.
"Don't touch me with hands that have touched someone else!"
Noah Drexler's body stiffened, his lips stopping just a few centimeters from hers.
He frowned slightly, lowering his gaze to stare at her.
So... it was because of this?
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but find it amusing.
Was she still hung up on the fake woman's voice that Flynn Hughes had pretended to have over the phone?
So, even in such pain, she still refused to let him touch her.
"Get out now. If you dare to touch me today, I'll die right in front of you!" At that moment, Summer Shawcross pushed him with dissatisfaction.
Her life-and-death seriousness left a trace of helplessness in Noah Drexler's eyes.
It was the first time he realized she was so petty.
But... her pettiness actually stirred something in his heart.
He paused for a moment, then lowered his gaze, earnestly explaining to her.
