"Why aren't you saying anything? Is he badly injured?"
Her appearance at this moment made the man's expression turn grim.
He pressed his thin lips together, suddenly bent down, and lifted her off the ground entirely.
"Let's go home first!"
After he spoke, he carried her and strode toward the villa.
The butler held an umbrella and hurried to keep up.
As Noah Drexler carried Summer Shawcross through the door, Summer struggled to get off him. He glanced down at her, hesitated for a moment, and finally bent over, placing her on the carpet, letting her feet rest on the soft rug. Then he took off his black suit, wrapping it around her body with practiced ease.
On his handsome face was a hint of gentleness that others had never seen before.
Summer Shawcross did not resist or care about his actions at that moment. She just looked straight at him and asked, puzzled.
"Why aren't you answering my question? What happened to my brother?"
