The sound of his back hitting the floor with a dull thud still lingered in her mind.
"Noah Drexler, are you hurt?" She raised her head in panic and looked at Noah Drexler.
But at that moment, his arm was still tightly wrapped around her waist.
Summer Shawcross felt a pinch in her heart, and an inexplicable bitterness at the tip of her nose.
When she schemed against him, his first reaction was not to push her away, but to... protect her!
She hadn't expected her little trick earlier to have worked so successfully...
Listening to the anxious voice of the woman in his arms, Noah Drexler finally lowered his head to look at Summer Shawcross, who was being held by him.
"Cough..." He cleared his throat and coughed.
Hearing him cough, Summer Shawcross was startled and hurriedly asked him with concern.
"Are you hurt? Is your back okay?" She looked at him worriedly, afraid that what she did earlier might have hurt him.
