Summer Shawcross was startled and quickly released her hand.
The tall figure of the man flashed in right after.
Summer glanced at her, but said nothing, simply turning around and heading directly to the couch where she sat down, picked up the fish food from the table, and tossed a few pellets into the bathtub.
The two little goldfish that were leisurely swimming around came over in a hurry when they spotted the food.
Noah Drexler strode over to her side, also sitting down. Looking at the woman whose entire face was lined with unhappiness, Noah furrowed his brows, at a loss for what to do with her.
Amidst the prolonged silence and slightly oppressive atmosphere, Noah was the first to speak.
"Summer Shawcross, my injury will heal soon." He knew she was angry because he got hurt.
Though he wasn't good at explanations, he had to try to explain to her.
