Had they arrived in the Underworld? Was that why... they met again?
Seeing Summer Shawcross silent and speechless, the man’s anger hadn’t subsided. Just as he was about to speak again with a sullen face, his gaze fell upon her usual lively eyes.
At this moment, her eyes had already turned completely red, as if tears were about to fall at any time...
Seeing this, the man’s gaze paused, and the expression on his handsome, cold face suddenly changed.
This was the first time she showed such a grievance in front of him; in the past, she only had disgust and hatred in his presence.
The crazy girl who always opposed him suddenly looking so aggrieved caught him off guard...
He pursed his thin lips, paused for a few seconds, and suddenly thought of something. He looked down at the ropes around her wrists and ankles, his expression stiffening.
"A bunch of idiots!" he cursed irritably.
He had only instructed his men to tie her up and wait for him to return, not to be so harsh!
As soon as he finished speaking, he released his hand, propped himself up on the bed, then quickly untied the ropes around her hands and feet, throwing the ropes casually to the floor.
When his cold eyes fell on the red marks on her wrists, a trace of anger flashed in his eyes.
However, when he looked down at her again, she was staring at him seriously, but the expression on her pretty little face seemed even more aggrieved...
The man’s body stiffened.
"Uncomfortable?" He took a deep breath, asking her with a solemn face.
Summer Shawcross didn’t speak. She just looked up at his face intently, then couldn’t help but reach out and touch the man’s face.
When her fingertips felt the warm, real touch, Summer Shawcross was startled again...
He’s alive...
At that moment, besides feeling his warmth and reality, she also felt her own heartbeat, which was real as well.
Without having time to think about what was going on, Summer couldn’t control her excitement and plunged headfirst into the man’s arms!
It was him!
Summer finally dared to confirm that all this was real.
She wasn’t dreaming; the man in front of her was actually her husband, Noah Drexler.
"I’m sorry... I’m sorry..." She stretched out her arms vigorously, hugging his waist tightly and burying her head into his chest.
The moment she hurled herself into his arms, the man’s body abruptly stiffened, a look of surprise flashing across his exquisitely handsome face.
He looked down at the woman who snuggled into his arms like a kitten, his brows furrowing.
An unnatural expression passed over his handsome, cold face.
This was the first time... she had hugged him voluntarily!
Summer Shawcross leaned her face against the man’s chest, somewhat unsatisfied, snuggling closer, listening to his strong and powerful heartbeat... She slowly closed her eyes, feeling this incredibly familiar scent, a reassuring feeling rising in her heart.
Previously, she would never have imagined that this man, whom she regarded as a demon, could give her such a sense of security.
...
——Knock knock!
The room door was suddenly knocked on.