Summer Shawcross was made uncomfortable all over by his gaze, inexplicably giving rise to a feeling of guilt.
She bit her lip and instinctively averted her eyes, looking elsewhere in the room.
Fortunately, it wasn't long before there was a knock on the door by a servant.
"Young Master, the ice has arrived." The servant's voice came from outside the door.
Hearing the servant's voice, Noah Drexler's frown deepened.
"Bring it in." Summer Shawcross glanced towards the door and quickly spoke.
As soon as she started speaking, the door was pushed open by the servant from outside.
Two servants came in, each carrying a bucket full of ice.
The servants glanced at the situation inside and immediately recognized that the person who had called earlier was Summer Shawcross, so they carried the ice over to her.
"Young Mistress, this is all the ice The Drexler Family has right now." As the servant spoke, a puzzled expression appeared on her face.
