When that deep voice sounded again, Summer Shawcross's expression paused for a moment, then without thinking, she decisively refused his kind offer.
"No need, I am not going."
She had struggled to get this chance to start over and never thought of leaving him.
Besides, she felt quite good now; this way she could write and release songs, not at all less than what she would learn at the music academy.
Right now, she had absolutely no need to go to St. Clarent Music Academy.
As her words fell, Noah Drexler frowned, his eyes lowered to gaze at her somewhat unhappy little face for a moment, his handsome, cold face now showing a solemn expression.
After a moment of silence, he still opened his mouth with a steady voice.
"I've already got everything arranged in Yorland, whether it's accommodation or necessities, they won't be worse than in Narsus City."
Upon hearing his words, Summer Shawcross's face turned a shade paler, her body becoming somewhat rigid.
