Watching Noah Drexler's current mode of near losing control, Sean Morgan couldn't help but shake his head. After sighing, he slowly withdrew his hand.
Noah Drexler raised his hand, grasped the doorknob, twisted it open, and strode inside.
The room was pitch black, with no lights on, but he had long been accustomed to the dark vision, noticing first the curled-up figure on the carpet.
His body stiffened, his eyes tightened suddenly, and he briskly stretched his long legs, walking over to her side.
When he finally got to her side, he suddenly crouched down, reaching out to hold the continuously trembling woman who kept uttering painful sounds, bringing her into his arms.
Her pale little face was filled with the utmost pain at the moment.
Seeing her in this state, Noah Drexler's heart felt as if pierced fiercely by a sharp weapon, unbearably painful!
He raised his hand and tightly embraced her into his arms.
