Hearing the sound, Summer Shawcross couldn’t help but turn her head and look in the direction of the bathroom.
Just finished showering, Noah Drexler walked out while using a towel to wipe the water from his short hair.
Noah’s physique was excellent, and at this moment, with only a towel tied around his waist, his nearly perfect proportions were completely displayed.
And on his firm chest, there were a few crystalline droplets of water...
To Summer, this scene was inexplicably somewhat tempting.
Visually appetizing... In her mind, embarrassingly, these words appeared.
Her face flushed slightly; she wondered why she hadn’t noticed before that his body could provoke such wild thoughts in her.
...
By the time she recovered, Noah had already walked over to the sofa by the bed, tossed the towel he used to dry his hair aside, and sat down on the sofa, picking up his phone from the coffee table to look at it.
Seeing this, Summer was curious and glanced over a few times, noticing he seemed to be working on his phone.
Meanwhile, his half-dried short hair kept dripping water.
Summer felt a bit helpless; he didn’t seem to care for himself, not drying his hair and still working so late.
A few seconds later, she suddenly propped herself up from the bed, turned around, walked into the bathroom, and came out with a hairdryer.
Noah was focused on his phone, confirming the progress of an important project with Felix Lockwood, oblivious to the movement behind him.
Until... he heard her stop, followed by the sound of the hairdryer starting up.
His hand holding the phone stiffened, and an expression of surprise flashed across his handsome face...
His tall frame suddenly became tense.
Until... a slender hand gently played with his hair, the soft fingertips occasionally touching his scalp.
At that moment, it felt like countless tiny currents passed from his scalp through his whole body... a tingling sensation, yet inexplicably pleasant.
An expression of delight flitted across his handsome face.
...
Summer held the hairdryer, seriously drying Noah’s hair, her fingers gently playing with his slightly damp short hair now and then.
Not until his hair was completely dry did she reveal a satisfied smile and set the hairdryer down.
"There! Sleeping with wet hair can lead to catching a cold." She pursed her lips, not forgetting to remind him.
Though his business acumen was impressive, much smarter than her, he didn’t seem to care for his own health!
After Summer spoke, Noah didn’t respond, neither agreeing nor refusing.
He sat on the sofa with his back to her, and she couldn’t see his expression at all.
Thinking he was still on his phone, she shook her head helplessly and turned around, just about to walk back when a large, slightly hot hand suddenly grabbed her wrist.
Summer paused, looking puzzled at the hand holding her wrist.
"Noah, you... ah!" Before she could finish her sentence, the man’s large hand suddenly pulled forcefully.
Standing behind the sofa, she was unexpectedly pulled, flipping over and flung towards the front of the sofa!
She was shocked, fearing she would inevitably fall, but instead, she fell into a warm embrace!