His voice slowly fell, and Summer Shawcross was taken aback, hurriedly speaking up.
"Noah Drexler, actually..."
"It's fine too!" The man suddenly pressed his lips together, interrupting her.
He was still wearing long pants, and just like that, he suddenly took a long step into the bathtub, followed by his other long leg.
There was not the slightest change in expression on his handsome face, as if the water wasn't cold at all to him.
But his actions frightened Summer Shawcross. Just as he was about to sit down in the bathtub, Summer hurried to her feet and suddenly reached out from outside the tub to embrace the man's waist.
"Noah Drexler, don't..." she bit her lip, speaking in a tense voice.
The water was so bone-chillingly cold, if he really took a bath in it, his body would surely have problems!
Besides, his injuries were not completely healed yet!
Thinking of this, Summer tightened her grip around his waist, refusing to let go.
