"Mr. Drexler, please get in the car." The middle-aged man respectfully raised his hand, gesturing for Noah Drexler to get in.
Noah Drexler didn't seem eager to get in the car immediately. Instead, he lifted his gaze, glancing at the smallest figure among the pedestrians behind him.
Summer Shawcross didn't notice Noah Drexler's gaze. Instead, she softly spoke to Sean Morgan.
"Sean, can I ride in your car with you guys?"
Ever since she woke up today, Noah Drexler's face had been as cold as if he'd eaten ice.
And after she apologized to him, he hadn't said a word to her, treating her as if she were just air.
It was obvious that this man was upset over yesterday's incident and didn't care for her, but she couldn't think of a way to appease him. So, to prevent angering Noah Drexler further and considering the oppressive atmosphere whenever she was around him, she decided to temporarily dodge and ride with Sean Morgan instead.
