Under the moonlight, the handsome man, even as he rowed, exuded an aura of dominance...
Summer Shawcross was entranced, watching Noah Drexler.
Just then, the man who had heard her giggle frowned and looked at her displeased.
"It's funny?" His way of rowing is laughable?!
The man's displeased voice snapped Summer back to reality.
She blinked her eyes, looked around, and purposefully changed the subject.
"Noah Drexler, this water is so cool, it feels nice..." As she spoke, she suddenly dipped her hand into the water, gently swaying her fingers.
Seeing her shift the topic, Noah furrowed his brows but didn't expose her, simply lowering his eyes to watch the little woman opposite him seriously playing with water.
That fair little face was now full of happiness, looking not like a twenty-year-old but a girl of thirteen or fourteen...
Watching her delight in playing with the water, a faint smile appeared on Noah's stern face.
