Seeing this, Noah Drexler frowned, and the hand on her waist tightened, pulling her into his embrace.
He then slightly lowered his head, resting his chin on her shoulder, his nose buried in her neck.
Summer Shawcross was stunned; his warm breath on her neck and shoulders tickled slightly.
"Let me hold you for a while," Noah Drexler's low voice sounded.
As if afraid she might still struggle, he added another sentence.
"Be good."
Summer paused, her body unconsciously quieting down.
Noah held her for quite some time before finally speaking with a heavy tone.
"From now on, don't be reckless like today."
His handsome face bore a very serious expression.
He was scared!
If Dustin Hughes had really harbored murderous intent today...
Hearing his words, Summer paused and then pouted in dissatisfaction.
"Just because you said so? Why should I listen to you?"
