Summer Shawcross reached out to peel away the layers of muddy plastic film, revealing a rusty iron box inside.
"Let's go back." She held the box preciously, stood up, and looked at Noah Drexler as she spoke.
But Noah Drexler remained silent, simply lowering his gaze to her legs marked with red scratches from the grass, his expression darkening.
Seeing him not responding, Summer Shawcross wasn't too surprised, as he hadn't forgiven her yet.
So, holding the box and using an umbrella, she turned to leave.
Just as she was about to step away, the man suddenly tossed aside the umbrella and reached out to grab her wrist.
She paused, just about to turn her head to look at Noah Drexler when he suddenly bent down and lifted her horizontally from the grass.
Summer Shawcross was startled, dropping the umbrella from her hands, but quickly tightened her grip on the iron box.
By the time she had reacted, Noah Drexler was already carrying her, striding quickly towards the outside.
"Noah..."
