After hearing her words, Noah Drexler's expression became serious.
"Summer Shawcross, I don't want other men staring at you!"
He still remembered when she was eighteen, they attended a banquet together. She wore a beautiful, expensive gown... those men's eyes were practically glued to her!
Even now, thinking back on it, he couldn't help but feel a bit irritated.
After Noah finished speaking, Summer paused for a moment.
After staring at him for a few seconds, she suddenly sighed and agreed in compromise.
"Alright then, I'll go with you like this."
Funny enough, if he had restricted her like this before, she would have definitely thought he was overly possessive.
But now, when he pettily said he didn't like other men staring at her, she actually felt a bit happy inside.
Seeing her nod in agreement, a faint smile appeared on Noah's face. He raised his hand to pinch her slightly fuller face, courtesy of pregnancy, and then praised her with satisfaction.
"Good girl."
