Summer Shawcross carefully selected from a few suits, and in the end, she picked out a black suit edged with blue and took it out, examining it closely.
Noah Drexler stood behind her, his gaze fixed on her, watching as she chose clothes for him.
The serious way she chose clothes for him unexpectedly brought a warm feeling to his heart.
The coldness in him gradually faded, and a trace of pleasure appeared on his handsome face.
"Let's go with this one," Summer said, holding the suit as she turned and walked over to him, handing the clothes to him.
Noah extended his hand to take the suit, glancing down at its style, with a slight frown.
He didn't particularly like this contrasting color design, but at this moment, it seemed this suit wasn't so unacceptable to him.
Seeing his expression was okay, Summer couldn't help but ask him.
"By the way, just now... what exactly was in that syringe?"
