He was clearly injured, yet he just held her with both hands. She worried that his injuries might have been affected again.
"It's just a minor injury, nothing serious." His handsome face showed complete indifference.
Summer Shawcross was stunned, recalling the blood stains on the sheets and the bloodied gauze in the trash can.
That didn't look like a minor injury.
For some reason, his indifferent appearance at this moment made her heart ache a little.
"Weren't you tired?" Seeing her staring at him in a daze, Noah Drexler couldn't help but frown and ask softly.
Didn't she say she was tired?
"Hmm..." Summer nodded lightly after coming back to her senses and then snuggled back into his embrace until her face was pressed against his chest, even rubbing restlessly.
However, this restless rubbing made Noah's body tense up, and then his whole body turned rigid.
"What's wrong?" Sensing something was off with him, Summer couldn't help but look up, surprised, and ask him.
