She instinctively glanced at Noah Drexler's arm, but accidentally caught sight of several needle-like puncture wounds on his arm as he rolled up his sleeve.
Her heart suddenly tightened!
Earlier in the garden, when Noah was planting saplings and she was standing on the lawn, she was too far away to notice the small wounds on his arm.
Noticing her unusual gaze, Noah lowered his eyes and glanced at where she was looking, his handsome face showing a slight change in expression.
"Your hand..." Summer Shawcross bit her lip, raised her head to look at him, and asked with concern.
However, Noah's face remained calm, his thin lips moved slightly as he casually answered.
"I had a bit of a cold these past few days and got a few injections at the hospital."
There was no flaw in his expression or words, but Summer felt something was off.
For some reason, a woman's intuition told her that Noah seemed to be hiding something from her...
