"Don't leave, Summer Shawcross!" The man moved his lips, once again speaking to her with serious yet domineering intent.
As soon as he finished talking, Summer Shawcross felt completely unsettled. She had pinched him for so long, yet he didn't feel any pain?
Not only was he abnormal, but he was also seriously troubled!
"Noah Drexler, you pervert, let go of me. Fine, I won't leave!"
She released her grip in frustration; she was genuinely afraid of him now!
As her words fell, the man showed a faint smile on his face, and then... he released her.
Summer took a step back, her eyes landing on his arm, where a large red patch had already appeared.
Her heart tightened, yet she was a bit angry. Was his body made of stone? Didn't it hurt?
"You..." She bit her lip, looking at him with a worried expression, just about to ask if he was in pain. But when she raised her head and saw the stunningly handsome face of the man, she paused and stopped.
