He was clearly injured, yet he just held her with both hands. She worried that his injuries might have been affected again.
"It’s just a minor injury, nothing serious." His handsome face showed complete indifference.
Summer Shawcross was stunned, recalling the blood stains on the sheets and the bloodied gauze in the trash can.
That didn’t look like a minor injury.
For some reason, his indifferent appearance at this moment made her heart ache a little.
"Weren’t you tired?" Seeing her staring at him in a daze, Noah Drexler couldn’t help but frown and ask softly.
Didn’t she say she was tired?
"Hmm..." Summer nodded lightly after coming back to her senses and then snuggled back into his embrace until her face was pressed against his chest, even rubbing restlessly.
However, this restless rubbing made Noah’s body tense up, and then his whole body turned rigid.
"What’s wrong?" Sensing something was off with him, Summer couldn’t help but look up, surprised, and ask him.
"It’s nothing." His Adam’s apple bobbed, and Noah moved his lips, his deep voice becoming slightly hoarse.
On his handsome face, there was an indescribable expression.
Too sleepy to think much, Summer leaned back into his arms and peacefully fell asleep again.
In this sleep, she rested very soundly, and although she was on a cruise ship, she felt no discomfort.
When she woke up fully, an hour had already passed.
Summer stretched lazily and then awoke on the soft bed.
The spot beside her was still warm, but Noah Drexler was nowhere to be seen.
She was taken aback and instinctively turned her head to survey the room, eventually spotting the man standing by the window.
Wearing only a white shirt and black trousers, he stood by the window, gazing out at the sea with a complex expression.
Summer followed his gaze out the window, and her eyes couldn’t help but stop as well.
On the relatively calm sea, a large and bright moon was slowly rising, casting a silver glow over the entire sea.
This scene was very beautiful, very peacefully beautiful.
Just the right contrast to the luxury and bustle aboard the cruise ship.
"Awake?"
As Summer was also lost in thought while looking out the window, Noah’s voice suddenly rang out.
She turned her head to see that he had already turned around, staring at her who had just woken up.
Summer nodded and then propped herself up from the bed, casting a glance out the window, "The moon tonight is really beautiful."
Hearing this, Noah’s eyes flickered. He turned his head, glanced at the moon outside the window, and then said with pressed lips,
"My mother loved watching the moon."
He used to not understand why his mother loved watching the moon so much, or what was really beautiful about it.
Until today... when she quietly lay sleeping on the bed, while the bright moonlight from outside shone in, falling upon her jet-black hair like starlight, he suddenly understood what his mother once meant by the beauty of the moon.
Moonlight is indeed beautiful.
Hearing him mention his mother, Summer paused, because it was the first time she had heard anything about his family.
Before, she hadn’t wanted to know, but now, she had no way to know.
He seemed not to like mentioning those things.
"Then she must have been a very romantic woman." She smiled, somewhat admiring this mother-in-law she had never met.
She believed that a woman who loved the moon must be romantic at heart.