Seeing her reach out to take the chicken soup, the housekeeper's face showed a relieved smile, and then she didn't forget to remind her again.
"That's right, this chicken soup is very nutritious. You have to remember to let Mr. Drexler drink it."
Summer Shawcross didn't pick up on the implication in her words; she was just feeling very annoyed thinking about what Noah Drexler did today.
She wasn't going to leave the chicken soup for that jerk!
Although she thought this way, she still nodded at the housekeeper perfunctorily.
The housekeeper closed the door with satisfaction.
As soon as the door closed, Summer, who had already been tempted by the aroma of the chicken soup, couldn't help but lower her head to drink it.
By the time the soup was finished, and Summer was eyeing the chicken leg, the door suddenly swung open.
