The next second, he finally couldn't help but lean down, lifted his hand, picked up the woman on the bed, and let her whole body lean into his embrace.
Her body was soft and seemed to have lost all strength, just helplessly resting in his arms.
The hand that Noah Drexler placed on her waist tightened.
"If you're upset, let it out!" He lowered his eyes, looking at her with an extremely serious gaze.
He didn't want to see her like this, holding everything inside, silently enduring.
At this moment, he would rather she be like she used to be, destroying things in anger, messing with his collections and carefully cultivated plants, trying to provoke him.
She needs to vent now, even if it's yelling or hitting him, it's fine!
At least that way, he wouldn't feel this heartache.
Listening to the man's voice, Summer Shawcross was stunned for a moment before she finally came to her senses.
