Summer Shawcross was somewhat taken aback, her hands hurriedly supporting herself against his chest.
Flynn Hughes, who witnessed this astonishing scene from the side, couldn’t stay calm, and he couldn’t help but remark.
"Tsk tsk, what a pervert!"
He had always thought that Noah Drexler was overly serious and stern in his everyday demeanor, only for this recent scene to shatter all his years of perceptions!
However, as soon as Flynn Hughes spoke, Noah Drexler shot him a cold glance, causing him to momentarily freeze and quickly shut his mouth.
Summer Shawcross glanced awkwardly at Noah Drexler, expressing her strong displeasure at his behavior, despite the presence of others.
Seeing her face filled with dissatisfaction, Noah Drexler’s eyes flickered, and a trace of helplessness appeared on his handsome face.
The next second, he moved his lips slightly and turned to glance at Sean Morgan beside him.
"Have the servants pack the luggage, we’ll set off at ten thirty."
With those words, he glanced at Summer Shawcross, who was drinking milk with her head down, and then added.
"Summer Shawcross is going too."
"Yes!" Sean Morgan nodded.
Summer Shawcross, upon hearing this, happily put down the milk.
"You’re really agreeing to take me?"
Hadn’t he just adamantly refused to let her go? Why had he suddenly changed his mind?
Didn’t Flynn Hughes say that no one could change his decisions?
"You don’t want to go?" He raised his eyebrows, finding her current happiness amusing.
"Go, go! Of course, I want to go!" Summer Shawcross quickly said, afraid he might change his mind!
"But, you still need to make some preparations." Noah Drexler stared at her current appearance for two seconds before saying.
"What?" She looked puzzled.
...
An hour later.
In the second-floor bedroom.
Noah Drexler sat expressionlessly on the sofa, leisurely flipping through the newspaper in his hands.
At this time, the sound of high heels tapping on the floor came from the direction of the dressing room, approaching the bedroom.
He looked up and saw Summer Shawcross, who had just changed, walking towards him.
"Why do I have to dress like this?"
Summer Shawcross awkwardly tugged at her clothes.
A shirt and short skirt work outfit, topped with a small blazer, the standard attire of a career woman.
"Convenience." Noah Drexler pursed his lips, not saying much more.
"But it’s not very nice-looking." Summer Shawcross walked to the side of the sofa, muttering softly.
Compared to this standard and unremarkable professional outfit, she preferred wearing traditional Chinese dresses and various revamped cheongsams.