When she first put on this dress, she wondered if Noah Drexler would see her wearing it and angrily throw her out as well!
So now that he only draped a jacket over her, it was already considered good.
Thinking this, she glanced down at the suit on her body. It still held his warmth, warm and quite comfortable.
She smiled, then slowly walked out of the cabin, only to find that the yacht had already left the city center, heading towards a secluded part of the river.
There were few pedestrians on the shores, only a couple of elderly people occasionally taking a stroll.
Where exactly are they going?
Just when Summer Shawcross was curious, the yacht suddenly stopped.
Due to the inertia, Summer's body unexpectedly fell to the side...
At her moment of shock, a long arm caught her, holding her tightly, keeping her from falling.
Immediately, she rested against a firm chest, quickly reaching out to steady herself against him.
She looked up and saw Noah Drexler's stern, angular face.
