The warmth of his body was surprisingly high, making Summer Shawcross suddenly tense up.
At that moment, the man reached out and wrapped his arms around her back, pulling her to rest against his chest.
"Don't move, let me hold you for a while!"
His deep voice, along with the incredibly natural action and tone, made Summer Shawcross dazed for a moment.
Suddenly, there was a delusion...
Did he really not recognize her?
Summer's mind was filled with confusion. When she slowly raised her head to look at the man's handsome face, she found that he was holding her and leaning back on the sofa with his eyes closed, resting.
The cold and stern face now revealed faint traces of fatigue.
Seeing him like this, Summer's heart ached suddenly.
She stared at his face for a moment, then bit her lip, reluctant to disturb him, and instead gently rested her head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.
Her mood gradually calmed down.
