"I will have someone inform Butler Ye to keep you here to take care of me," Noah Drexler said, looking at her with a calm expression.
Listening to his words, Summer Shawcross began to understand something. Was he doing this to protect her?
But then, was the kiss also a form of protection?
With these thoughts, her heart was suddenly in turmoil, and she stared at the man's handsome face.
His gaze was too complex and profound; she still couldn't decipher what he was thinking.
She vaguely felt that he must have noticed something... However, he seemed to have not detected anything just now.
Moreover, given her current appearance, it was indeed difficult to recognize her...
For a moment, her emotions became extremely complicated, and her mind became a jumbled mess.
While she was lost in her thoughts, deep in thought, Noah Drexler suddenly coughed and instinctively reached to cover the wound on his shoulder.
"Cough..."
