Summer Shawcross couldn't help but be curious, wanting to open the box to see what was inside.
At that moment, the sound of footsteps suddenly came from the direction of the staircase.
Hearing the man's footsteps, Summer paused, feeling inexplicably guilty, and quickly put the box down.
By the time she turned around, Noah Drexler had already walked downstairs.
Having just finished showering, the man in a white shirt and black trousers was wiping his short hair with a white towel as he walked towards her with long strides.
"Hungry?" Seeing her standing by the dining table, he couldn't help but frown slightly and asked.
"Not really..." Summer smiled.
Seeing this, Noah pressed his thin lips together and casually threw the towel onto the sofa, then turned and walked towards the kitchen.
"I'll prepare breakfast."
The housekeeper had already left last night, so today he had to prepare breakfast himself.
