Noah Drexler took the cotton from the tray, grabbed Summer Shawcross's arm without a word, and placed the cotton on it, pressing down with his long thumb.
Because he had tricked her into getting a shot earlier, Summer Shawcross moved her arm slightly in dissatisfaction, trying to break free from his grip.
Seeing this, Noah Drexler frowned and spoke in a low voice.
"If you don't want to keep bleeding, stay still!"
"..." Although Summer Shawcross was unhappy, she didn't want to cause trouble for herself, so she could only grit her teeth and settle down.
Her gaze, however, unconsciously lingered on the man.
Noah Drexler sat at the bedside, seriously watching her arm, pressing the cotton with his fingers to stop the bleeding for her.
His handsome face was as expressionless as ever, yet... she inexplicably felt a gentleness from him.
Inexplicably, she felt a sense of stability in her heart.
This was the first time she realized how charming he was when he was so focused.
