As his words fell, he leaned down, just about to kiss her when her voice, full of disdain, suddenly rang out.
"Don’t touch me with hands that have touched someone else!"
Noah Drexler’s body stiffened, his lips stopping just a few centimeters from hers.
He frowned slightly, lowering his gaze to stare at her.
So... it was because of this?
Thinking of this, he couldn’t help but find it amusing.
Was she still hung up on the fake woman’s voice that Flynn Hughes had pretended to have over the phone?
So, even in such pain, she still refused to let him touch her.
"Get out now. If you dare to touch me today, I’ll die right in front of you!" At that moment, Summer Shawcross pushed him with dissatisfaction.
Her life-and-death seriousness left a trace of helplessness in Noah Drexler’s eyes.
It was the first time he realized she was so petty.
But... her pettiness actually stirred something in his heart.
He paused for a moment, then lowered his gaze, earnestly explaining to her.
"Foolish woman... I haven’t touched any other woman." He explained seriously to her.
The man’s deep voice reached her ears, causing Summer Shawcross’s heart to tremble once more, almost losing her senses again.
Fortunately, she bit her lip to maintain her composure.
"Why... why should I trust you?"
Could she truly trust him with just a few words?
Why trust him?
Her question left Noah Drexler in a bit of a dilemma.
Flynn Hughes was already on his way, if he showed up to explain everything to her, it wouldn’t be a big deal.
But... at that thought, his gaze fell on her flushed, sweat-covered face.
His dark eyes suddenly turned cold.
He didn’t want any man to see her in this state.
He stared at her, lost in thought for a moment, until her expression became more pained, then he suddenly lowered his head again...
This time, his thin lips landed beside her ear.
"Summer Shawcross, you are my first woman and my last."
The man’s determined voice in her ear made Summer Shawcross almost believe a delusion... a delusion that made her want to believe him.
Could it be, he really didn’t...
"I don’t believe you!" She bit her lip, forcing herself not to be swayed by his appearance or words at this moment.
Seeing her disbelief, Noah Drexler frowned, his voice resolute and unyielding.
"If I’m lying to you, may I, Noah Drexler, die a miserable death with no remains left!"
His ruthless vow made Summer Shawcross’s heart tighten sharply.
In her mind, the memory of her tragic death in his arms in their past life resurfaced, the moment he raised the gun.
Her heart felt as if it was being gripped tightly by something, hurting to the point that her breathing became erratic.
Yet in her distraction, the man lowered his head once again, this time accurately capturing her lips, seriously alleviating her pain.
Summer Shawcross was stunned, in a matter of seconds, all sense of reason vanished, unable to control herself, she reached out her delicate arms to wrap around his back, slowly closing her eyes...
...
The next morning.
The bedroom was incredibly quiet.
Noah Drexler leaned against the bed, gazing intently at the peacefully sleeping woman resting on his right side, getting lost in thought. After a long while, he finally couldn’t resist lowering his head to softly kiss her lips.
A hint of complexity appeared on his handsome face.