Summer Shawcross's body stiffened slightly.
A few seconds later, she turned around, lifting her slender arms to wrap them around the man's neck...
The man suddenly scooped her up by the waist, then strode toward the big bed.
...
Noah Drexler placed Summer Shawcross on the bed, then leaned down, once more lowering his head.
Right at that moment, Summer Shawcross suddenly remembered something, extending her finger to block the man's lips.
Her action caused the man to freeze, furrowing his brow as he looked at her.
Summer Shawcross pursed her lips, softly reminding him.
"Um, Noah Drexler, we haven't had the cake yet…"
The 'cake' he prepared for her, neither of them had tasted it yet...
Upon hearing her words, Noah Drexler's expression turned from bad to worse.
Even at such a moment, she could still be thinking about cake?
Was she deliberately trying to annoy him?!
Thinking about it, the displeasure on that handsome face became even more obvious.
