Seeing her face change, Noah Drexler couldn't help but frown and asked her with concern.
"Not happy?"
Faced with his question, Summer Shawcross gave him a disdainful look.
How could any woman be happy when called ugly?
"I'm going to wash my face, let go of me!" She bit her lip, no longer wanting to continue this ugly debate with him.
She feared she'd be infuriated to death by this man.
As she spoke, she discontentedly propped herself up, trying to get off him.
But just as she got up, a groan escaped the man's throat...
"Ugh..."
Hearing his sound, Summer was taken aback, and her movements froze.
She looked at him nervously.
"Did I press on your leg? Or is it that some other wound on your body is hurting again?"
The doctor said his leg was dislocated, so it's in a cast and can't easily move.
Plus, he has several external injuries on his body, none of which are minor.
"I'm fine." The man looked at her with deep affection and said nonchalantly.
