Summer Shawcross held an umbrella, walked over to the swing, squatted down, and searched the grass with a flashlight.
It wasn’t until she saw the mark she had left before that a joyful expression appeared on her face.
...
A black sedan slowly stopped at the gate of The Shawcross Family residence.
The car window rolled down, and Noah Drexler, with a serious expression, glanced at the half-open iron gate.
The next second, he pushed open the car door and got out.
The driver, who had been waiting at the entrance, quickly walked over with an umbrella.
"Boss, madam she..."
Noah Drexler made a gesture for silence.
"You can go back now." He turned his head, instructed the driver and Sean Morgan, then took the umbrella from the driver’s hand and strode toward the iron gate.
When he found Summer Shawncross, she was crouched under a big tree in the corner of the wall, holding an umbrella in one hand and digging at something with a rusty little trowel.
The white dress she was wearing had already been soaked by muddy rainwater...
Seeing this, Noah Drexler frowned, looking at the little woman who was oblivious to anyone behind her. A trace of helplessness flashed across his handsome face.
She stays up all night just to come here and dig something?
And just half an hour ago, when he learned she ran out, his emotions were very complicated.
Given her multiple past records of escape, he couldn’t be completely at ease.
"Cough..." Standing there for quite a while, he finally moved his throat and let out a small cough.
Her alertness was so poor that she hadn’t noticed someone was behind her for several minutes.
Upon hearing the cough behind her, Summer Shawcross didn’t stop what she was doing.
"Didn’t I ask you to wait outside for me? I’m almost done." She said indifferently while digging.
Just as she finished speaking, sounds of footsteps and raindrops hitting an umbrella came from behind her...
Immediately, a sharp voice sounded behind her.
"Need my help?"
Upon hearing this voice, Summer Shawcross was startled and quickly turned around to look at the man standing behind her.
"Noah Drexler?"
Why is he here? Isn’t he supposed to be busy now...
Noah Drexler pursed his lips, lowered his gaze, looking at her current appearance. His expression was somewhat displeased.
The dress she was wearing was nearly soaked through.
"Summer Shawcross, do you want to get sick?" He asked with a dark face, displeased.
Her current appearance reminded him of when she first moved into The Hillside Villa. To oppose him, she destroyed his two favorite rare plants in the garden despite the rain, ultimately catching a cold for a week—a glorious feat.
A trace of helplessness flashed across his handsome face.
He had known she wouldn’t behave well for long before her true nature showed, making him worry!
He thought he must have done something incredibly wrong to her in a previous life... That’s why he found himself drawn to a woman who endlessly frustrated him, repeatedly losing control.
Even the mere news of her disappearance makes him instinctively tense!
Hearing his stern words, Summer Shawcross paused, then softly pouted and replied.
"It’s not that exaggerated, I’m perfectly fine now."
With that, she threw away the rusty little trowel and reached out to pull out the iron box that she had wrapped in several layers of plastic film, finally showing a satisfied smile on her face.