The first thing she saw was the tall figure of the man standing by the bed.
Summer Shawcross froze, and the next moment, a happy expression appeared on her face.
"You’re back."
The man stood there without responding to her, and seeing this, Summer was somewhat taken aback.
When she looked up and saw the cold and somber expression on his handsome face, she was startled.
His complexion didn’t look good, and his expression was much colder than usual.
And when she met his sharp and icy eyes, her heart tightened.
Did something bad happen?
Just as she was hesitating, a bloody scent hit her nose, and she looked at him with a bit of concern.
"Are you injured?"
"Just a minor wound," he said coldly, then suddenly turned around and headed toward the bathroom.
Summer stood there, her face full of worry.
...
Morning.
The sun slowly rose from the east, and the entire Narsus City was already slightly lit.
Summer Shawcross was still sound asleep.
Noah Drexler lowered his eyes and looked at her for a moment, then reached out with his slender fingers to move the stray hair from her forehead, revealing her fair skin.
In his mind, he couldn’t help but recall the name she called out in her sleep last night. His eyes turned cold, and the expression on his handsome face instantly became chilly.
In his heart, he couldn’t control a surge of anger.
"Veridian Group..." He pressed his thin lips together, revealing a dangerous, cold smile.
But at that moment, a sharp pain surged through his left shoulder. He frowned, glanced at his left shoulder, which was bleeding, and couldn’t help but frown.
Last night, he had lost control in a fit of rage, causing the freshly stitched wound on his left shoulder to reopen.
After a moment, he released her, got out of bed, and dressed with one hand before leaving the bedroom.
He took out his phone; instead of calling a doctor immediately, he dialed a number with a cold expression.