However, since he agreed so readily, she was at a loss for what to request.
This man didn’t seem to be afraid of pain at all, so hitting him would be pointless and meaningless.
But if she hit too hard, she wouldn’t have the heart to do it... After all, in a past life, she had caused him so much trouble!
But thinking about his previous attitude towards her, treating her genuine feelings as insincere, she felt pent up anger, and if she didn’t vent a bit, she probably wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight.
Besides, she finally had a chance to be in charge for once, she couldn’t just give it up!
Thinking about this, Summer Shawcross couldn’t help but feel conflicted.
...
Looking at the conflicted expression on the face of the woman in his arms, Noah Drexler lowered his gaze, watching her with a bit of fascination. A doting smile appeared on his handsome face.
In his dark eyes, there was a gentleness he himself had never noticed before.
"Got it!" Just then, the woman in his arms suddenly came up with something, showing a happy expression.
"Hmm?" He raised an eyebrow, curious as he looked at her.
But Summer Shawcross said nothing to him, instead tossing aside the pillow she was holding, suddenly getting up from his arms, and running out of the bedroom, leaving Noah Drexler alone on the sofa. He raised an eyebrow slightly, yet couldn’t help but smile.
In no time, Summer Shawcross was back with a long bunch of ropes and a pair of scissors, throwing them onto the coffee table, then ran to the vanity table to start rummaging around.
Noah Drexler leaned back on the sofa with a hint of laziness, watching her busy figure with an air of appreciation, not worried about what might happen to him next.
When he came to The Shawcross Family for the first time as a creditor to see her, she gave him a big prank as a greeting gift.
A caterpillar tied to a stick with string, meant to embarrass him, but little did she know, he wasn’t afraid of such things at all.
So... in the end, the girl failed to frighten him, but instead scared herself pale and nearly fell, only for him to catch her waist, yet she scolded him as a pervert.
Remembering this, Noah Drexler’s gaze softened a bit more.
...
Soon, Summer came back from the vanity table, now holding several fluffy makeup brushes.
She returned to the sofa, and upon seeing the man lazing there, paused for a moment, then took the big bundle of rope, and just as she was about to tie him up, the man raised an eyebrow and looked at her playfully, asking.
"How do you want to tie me?"
Summer Shawcross glared at him and didn’t answer, suddenly bending over and tying his hands together with the rope.
Throughout the whole process, Noah Drexler didn’t struggle or resist at all, but rather squinted slightly, calmly watching her.
He wasn’t sure if he should remind her that such thin ropes were useless against him.
"That’s not how you tie a knot." He glanced at the very amateur knot she had tied, raised his eyebrows, and kindly offered.
"Should I teach you?"
His words elicited a wave of displeasure from Summer Shawcross, who rolled her eyes at him with exasperation, then put on her fiercest expression, fiercely warning him.
"Shut up, it’s my turn to punish you now!"