As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand to take the chopsticks Sean handed over.
Just as he was about to start on the meal in front of him, Summer Shawcross, who had been holding a pillow and about to leave, suddenly ran back, tossed the pillow aside, and snatched the chopsticks from his hand.
"I bought this, you can’t eat it!" she said with dissatisfaction, biting her lip.
Wasn’t he still suspicious that she might harm him? Why would he want to eat the food she bought, especially when... the meal had already gone cold.
As her words fell, Noah Drexler’s expression visibly turned cold.
If she wouldn’t let him eat, who did she intend to give it to?
Flynn Hughes?
Thinking of this, his expression turned even darker.
Just as he took a deep breath, ready to erupt, her soft mutterings reached his ears.
"I’ll go heat it up for you!"
Her soft words fell directly into his heart, making him suddenly feel a stir in his chest...
...
Summer Shawcross had already bent down to collect the boxes of food from the table.
Although the anger in her heart hadn’t completely subsided, she couldn’t help but care for him.
She remembered that in a few more years, he would have some stomach issues, so it should be prevented starting now.
"Sorry, madam, it was our oversight..." Seeing this, Sean Morgan hurriedly apologized.
The boss’s subordinates were all men, and big guys like him generally wouldn’t notice those details, so it was only after Summer’s reminder that Sean realized his oversight.
"Why don’t you let me handle this, I’ll take it down for the servants to heat up." Saying this, Sean reached out to take the boxes from Summer’s hands.
"Thank you..." Seeing this, Summer gave a courteous smile.
Sean was momentarily stunned, looking at Summer with curiosity.
He only recently realized that recently, madam... seemed to have become quite a bit more gentle and attentive, not only more courteous but also smiling a lot more.
He only realized recently that madam’s smile is particularly beautiful.
No romantic feelings involved, just watching her happy smile is pleasing to the eye.
He used to think that the willful and troubled daughter Summer Shawcross was not at all worthy of the brilliant businessman, but now, he suddenly changed his mind.
Just as Sean was curiously staring at Summer, a somewhat displeased voice suddenly sounded.
"All done tidying up?"
Sean came back to his senses, nodded.
"Leave." A cold glare swept towards Sean, and Noah Drexler frowned unhappily.
"Yes!" Sean snapped to attention and left the bedroom with the items as quickly as possible, closing the door behind him.
The bedroom was instantly quiet again.
As Sean left, Summer Shawcross instinctively glanced at Noah Drexler and then replaced her face with an angry expression again.
"..." The man’s brow furrowed unconsciously, recalling the smile she gave Sean earlier, which ignited a trace of anger in his heart.
Summer didn’t bother looking at him anymore, turned around, picked up the pink pillow she had tossed on the sofa, and was about to leave and return to her original room.
But just as she was about to turn and leave, a large hand suddenly grasped her wrist tightly. She was caught off guard and instinctively tried to shake off his hand, but before she could speak... his hand exerted a force and pulled her into his arms...