Not a single bit, willing to leave for another man.
Thinking of this, the man's dark eyes grew sharper.
"..." Noah Drexler's response left Summer Shawcross feeling awkward.
He said he wasn't blaming her, yet every time she mentioned her bet with Wendy Linden, his face would turn sour. What was that about?
However, seeing him stubbornly refusing to admit, Summer didn't expose him.
"It's getting late, we should head back." She turned her head, glanced at the heavy rain outside the car, and then reminded Noah Drexler.
As her voice fell, Noah Drexler lowered his eyes, his gaze landing on her wet white dress that had become semi-transparent.
"Okay."
Although he had already turned on the heater in the car, she still needed to go back quickly to shower and change.
How come she hadn't noticed before that Noah Drexler had such a good physique?
Just as her mind wandered inexplicably, the man's deep voice suddenly sounded in her ear.
