The next second, he suddenly raised an eyebrow, then his thin lips curled slightly as he deliberately asked her,
"You're helping me?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Summer Shawcross's face heated up again.
For some reason, she just felt that the cold face of the man had gained a hint of allure, mixed with a touch of ambiguity.
Making her heartbeat inexplicably speed up...
"I don't want to!" she bit her lip and quickly refused.
For some reason, ever since that night when she was set up by the butler, she couldn't face herself directly.
Even though at first she could manage to seduce and please Noah Drexler without batting an eyelid, but now... whenever her mind slipped, all sorts of random thoughts would pop up...
She thought it must be because the butler put too much in the chicken soup that day, leading to her mind being somewhat abnormal these past two days, sometimes even swallowing when watching Noah Drexler work seriously.
