As she looked up, she realized the man's cold, dark eyes were fixed on her.
The man's piercing gaze made Summer Shawcross shudder involuntarily.
Had he really recognized her?
Summer stared at him for a moment, but Noah Drexler remained silent, so she had no choice but to bite her lip gently, and then suddenly speak, cautiously probing.
"Young Master... You just now..."
Her voice had just sounded when the man's dominant voice interrupted her.
"What, unwilling to be my woman?" he asked her, frowning, his gaze lowered.
Hearing this, Summer was stunned.
"?"
Be his woman?!
Summer looked at him, utterly bewildered.
Could it be he hadn't recognized her?
She hesitated for a moment, then bit her lip again and spoke softly.
"But we've only met twice."
After speaking, she looked at him seriously again, her heart suddenly filled with a deep sense of apprehension.
Could it be... he really hadn't recognized her?
