Summer Shawcross was stunned for a few seconds, her expression changing slightly as she finally remembered something and raised her hand to press the switch by the bed.
With a faint sound, the light in the bedroom went out instantly.
The bedroom door was tightly closed, with no light coming in from outside.
At this moment, everything before her eyes was pitch black, and she couldn't see a thing.
Because she couldn't see, he no longer needed to suppress himself in front of her, fearing she'd notice any cracks.
In the darkness, she fumbled her way to the edge of the bed, kicked off her shoes, climbed onto the bed, moved behind him, and then half knelt, suddenly extending her hands to his shoulders, gently pressing them, trying to give him some comfort.
Noah Drexler's body tensed, and suddenly her soft voice came from behind.
"Noah Drexler, let me tell you a story too."
