Her voice fell, and the man's face darkened.
"No need." He pressed his lips together and spoke, but there was a hint of displeasure and disappointment in his words.
In the next second, he suddenly turned around, stretched out his long legs, and strode towards the door.
Seeing this, Summer Shawcross quickly followed.
Just as Noah Drexler had opened the door and was about to leave... a warm hand suddenly reached out and grasped the hand he had at his side.
His movement stopped, and his tall figure froze.
Two seconds later, he turned his head, lowered it, and looked at the hand that held his.
In his dark eyes, there was a hint of surprise.
He took a deep breath, then looked down at her again.
Did she want him to stay?
Thinking of this, his dark eyes couldn't help but slowly narrow.
...
She was raising her small face, looking at him worriedly.
"Um... I just want to say, don't work too late, remember to get some rest early." She looked at him, softly reminding him.
