"Um... are you busy right now?" She blinked and suddenly asked him softly.
Noah Drexler glanced at her, his eyes quickly catching her guilty little face.
The expression on his handsome face paused for a moment, and the next second... he suddenly raised his arm, grasped her wrist, and pulled her... bringing her into his embrace.
By the time Summer Shawcross realized what was happening, the man had already wrapped his arms around her waist, securely seating her in his lap.
She froze, perhaps due to feeling a bit exhausted lately, but at this moment, sitting in his warm embrace felt very comfortable, making her subconsciously lean towards him.
She suddenly thought that his embrace felt much like how she used to lean against her dad's chest when she was a child.
The same... reliable and warm.
Seeing the woman in his arms suddenly appear docile, Noah Drexler's heart couldn't help but soften.
"Did you make trouble?" He pressed his thin lips together and asked her softly.
