He was absolutely certain that no matter what happened, he would never use her as a bet.
And he knew her personality very well.
If it was something she truly liked, she would never have the heart to give it away...
Clearly, she didn’t care about him.
At this thought, the expression on his handsome face stiffened.
When Summer Shawcross came out of the bathroom after putting away her clothes and saw Noah Drexler’s gloomy face, she was startled.
She hadn’t expected the consequences of this matter to be so severe.
Just as she slowly approached the sofa, hesitating on how to apologize, the man suddenly rose from the sofa and strode to the bathroom.
Once the bathroom door closed, the sound of the shower came from within.
Staring at the closed bathroom door, Summer sighed...
In the past, when she’d seen Noah Drexler angry, she was mostly filled with fear and anxiety.
But now, looking at the tightly closed bathroom door, she couldn’t help but feel a pang of heartache.
...
Much later, when Noah Drexler finished his shower and emerged from the bathroom, dressed in the bathrobe and undergarments Summer had laid out for him, the room was already quiet, so quiet that... all that was left was the sound of her even breathing.
He looked down towards the sofa.
She was leaning against it, already asleep.
On her slightly pale face was an expression of utter exhaustion.
He suddenly remembered the butler complaining to him about how lazy Summer was, always going to bed early and waking up late, often sleeping until just before lunch.
A flicker of emotion passed over his handsome, cold face.
Today, she had followed him to several places, attended a few work meetings, and by the time the auction ended in the evening, it was already late at night.
He stood at the bathroom door for a moment before stepping forward, heading towards the sofa.
He paused in front of the sofa, then bent down, lifting the sleeping woman from it, and walked straight to the bed, laying her down with much gentler movements than usual.
After pulling the soft blanket over her, he turned around and switched off the room’s lights, leaving only a dim wall lamp on.
He didn’t get into bed to rest but instead went back to the bedside, opened the nightstand, and took out the delicate jewelry box, opening it.
Under the dim light of the wall lamp, the bracelet inside emitted a faint glow...
He took out the bracelet, examined it in front of him for a moment.
Ten years, and finally, this bracelet had been retrieved by him.
Recalling old memories, his gaze deepened...
After a long while, he returned his gaze, glanced down at the woman sleeping beside him, his eyes flickering slightly.
...
When Summer Shawcross woke up in the morning, she felt something pressing uncomfortably against her wrist. All night long, she had felt something bothering her wrist.
After waking up, she quickly lifted her left hand from under the blanket, only to find that something had appeared on her wrist without her knowing.
Just as she clearly saw what was on her wrist, she was shocked, hurriedly bracing herself to sit up, bending down again to carefully examine the bracelet on her wrist.
It turned out that this bracelet was indeed the one Noah Drexler had bid on at the auction last night.
But how did it end up on her wrist? Had she sleepwalked last night?
Just as she was puzzling over this, a cold voice came from within the room.
"If you’re awake, get up. The ship is about to dock."