After the door opened, he didn't go inside, just stood at the entrance, gazing at her, seemingly waiting for her reaction.
"..." Summer Shawcross was stunned there, lowered her head to look at the bowl the man threw on the floor, which had shattered into two pieces, feeling a sudden sense of helplessness.
She suddenly remembered how uncomfortable she felt last time she accidentally drank the soup that the butler had spiked.
If she left, given Noah Drexler's temper, he would definitely get angry and force himself to endure it...
Thinking of this, Summer couldn't help but grit her teeth, sighed helplessly, and then walked towards him.
Seeing her approaching, the man's eyes flashed with brightness.
The next second, he raised his eyebrows and then, with a serious and sincere expression, said to her.
"You can leave, Summer Shawcross, I'm not forcing you!"
He was not forcing her to stay!
