Her little gulping motion did not escape Noah Drexler's eyes.
He furrowed his brow.
"Hungry?"
"No..." Summer Shawcross replied awkwardly, quickly denying it.
As she spoke, she walked back to the sofa, picked up the violin case she had dropped in fright, opened the lid, carefully took out the violin, and then smiled to share her joy with him.
"This violin was a gift from my dad for my sixteenth birthday, and I finally won it back today."
All these years, he was the only one besides her brother Sean Shawcross with whom she wanted to share her joy.
Seeing her so delighted at this moment, Noah's gaze shifted, and his handsome face showed a touch of emotion.
A moment later, he suddenly remembered something, narrowing his long eyes, and asked her.
"What was your wager?"
He was quite curious, wondering what the other party used as a wager with such a luxurious violin, and now that she didn't have any valuable items on her, what she used in exchange.
