His sudden action startled Summer Shawcross, and she quickly shrank back, avoiding his large hand, glaring at him with displeasure.
"Don't touch me!"
Her resistance left Noah Drexler's hand frozen in mid-air.
Seeing her wary expression, he furrowed his brows tightly.
She seemed... particularly afraid of his touch.
What exactly had happened?
His expression turned increasingly serious and heavy.
He indeed couldn't figure out what had happened to her during the time he hadn't been watching her.
…
Noah was sitting next to the bed, very close, and she could practically smell the reassuring scent from him.
Her heart flustered again and she quickly pulled the quilt tight to wrap herself completely, then bit her lip to drive him away.
"Hurry up and get out!"
Her anxiety and drive to push him away revealed a trace of helplessness on Noah's face, and the next second, he ignored her resistance and suddenly lowered his head.
