CHAPTER 52: CHAPTER 52: BOSS, YOUR ARM...

"Don’t leave, Summer Shawcross!" The man moved his lips, once again speaking to her with serious yet domineering intent.

As soon as he finished talking, Summer Shawcross felt completely unsettled. She had pinched him for so long, yet he didn’t feel any pain?

Not only was he abnormal, but he was also seriously troubled!

"Noah Drexler, you pervert, let go of me. Fine, I won’t leave!"

She released her grip in frustration; she was genuinely afraid of him now!

As her words fell, the man showed a faint smile on his face, and then... he released her.

Summer took a step back, her eyes landing on his arm, where a large red patch had already appeared.

Her heart tightened, yet she was a bit angry. Was his body made of stone? Didn’t it hurt?

"You..." She bit her lip, looking at him with a worried expression, just about to ask if he was in pain. But when she raised her head and saw the stunningly handsome face of the man, she paused and stopped.

He was looking down at her, and in those black eyes that flickered with a subtle light, there was clearly joy!

Summer’s throat tightened, but inside, she felt even angrier and speechless.

"Serves you right, let it hurt then!" she muttered under her breath through gritted teeth, then turned around in a huff, sitting angrily on the sofa, refusing to look at him.

The man stood there, watching her angry appearance, unable to suppress a smile.

His thin lips curled into a subtle arc.

He turned around and took large strides towards the sofa.

But before he could get close to her, Summer suddenly got up from the sofa.

"Where are you going?" Seeing this, he frowned, instinctively alert.

"To prevent me from poisoning you, it’s better if I keep my distance!" Summer pursed her lips, expressing her discontent, and then picked up the pink pillow she was used to sleeping with from the bed, heading out of the bedroom.

Watching her leave in a huff, the man’s eyes softened a bit.

And just as Summer was about to open the door to leave, she happened to run into Sean Morgan, who was about to knock at the door.

Seeing her coming out, he lowered his head slightly and politely said,

"Madam."

Saying that, he couldn’t help but take a glance inside the bedroom. Seeing that everything in the room was still intact, he was quite surprised.

He had thought that the furniture might need to be replaced again today, but unexpectedly, not even a single vase was broken.

Could it be that Madam really restrained her temper as the butler said?

Summer gave Sean a glance, didn’t respond, and Sean didn’t feel awkward. Instead, he walked into the bedroom.

As he passed, Summer noticed the few boxes he was carrying looked very familiar...

Sean walked to the front of the sofa, put down the things in his hands, and then took out the boxes of food, opening them.

When she clearly saw the few boxes of food on the coffee table, Summer showed a surprised expression.

Didn’t she give these to Flynn Hughes, so why...

"Boss, your neck..." Noticing the teeth marks and bloodstains on Noah Drexler’s neck, Sean’s face showed a worried expression.

"I’ll get the first aid kit." Saying this, Simon Morgan turned to leave.

"No need." Noah Drexler glanced at the few boxes of food on the coffee table without any expression, then said blandly.