CHAPTER 47: CHAPTER 47: ALRIGHT, DON’T BE MAD...

Renowned Attorney Spencer was completely controlled by her words "be good"!

He stared at her blankly for several seconds.

But he didn’t want to forgive her so easily—

He deliberately threw her hand away coldly, "My bodyguard will handle it."

Summer Nolan insisted on grabbing his hand again, "What does he, a big man, know? And isn’t it quite ambiguous for a man to do such delicate work for another man?

People who don’t know might think you two have something going on."

Elias Spencer and the bodyguard both fell silent, imagining that scenario in their heads, they shivered with goosebumps all over—

Summer Nolan immediately turned and dismissed the bodyguard: "You may leave now."

The bodyguard glanced at Young Master Spencer, seeing him remain silent, wisely left. Though Young Master Spencer usually appeared aloof and hard to approach, he was actually quite proud.

Summer Nolan swiftly pulled out the styptic cotton and gently pressed it on his wound. Seeing so much blood flowing, the cotton quickly got soaked through, and she frowned, damn that Ethan Quinn—

If she didn’t teach him a lesson, she wouldn’t be Summer Nolan!

"How did you make the wound bleed again?"

Elias Spencer maintained his composed demeanor, glanced at the wound, but didn’t answer her question, unwilling to forgive her so quickly. After all, who ignored him last night?

Whose fault was it that he got injured?

And she even turned off her phone—

Summer Nolan, seeing that he still ignored her, felt quite helpless. He was always hard to pacify; it would take him days to cool down. Really, in their relationship, she was the one who always had to appease him.

Now that they broke up, she still had to appease him.

If she didn’t, she would seem ungrateful, since he was injured because of her and even got into trouble with her ex-boss.

"Ahem... Does it hurt?" she asked intentionally, trying to make conversation.

Elias Spencer crossed his long legs and leaned back against the chair, looking at her with a face that screamed "What do you think?"

"Then don’t work today, go home and rest. Wait until the swelling goes down," she said, changing the cotton and continuing to gently press on the wound.

"Weren’t you the one telling me to be mindful of work hours? I’ve already taken half the agency fee," he finally spoke, but his tone was dripping with sarcasm.

"Ahem... there are exceptions to everything, right? C’mon, don’t be mad..." She nudged him playfully, having no choice but to coax him.

Stubborn man—

-

When work ended that afternoon,

Summer Nolan proactively left early to avoid staying late with that man. While packing up, she reminded him:

"Be careful when you get home, don’t let Elias lick the wound."

She asked him to go home and rest in the morning, and he still hadn’t left.

Renowned Attorney Spencer continued to look at the files in front of him, sitting coldly and motionless, showing no intention of leaving.

Summer Nolan glanced at him, walked over to take the contract in front of him, and while helping him shut down the computer, she said,

"Anyway, the work won’t finish, take your time. Is your bodyguard downstairs or should I take you home?"

Considering he got hurt because of her, she could only continue to appease him.

Renowned Attorney Spencer glanced at her, said nothing, but stood up, took the briefcase she had packed, and left. Walking out of the conference room, he took out his phone from his trouser pocket and sent a message.

Following behind, Summer Nolan raised her hand, really felt like hitting him, muttering under her breath: "Ugh, why didn’t you ever appease me like this when you made me angry?"

During the day, he sits there like a cold-faced master. She has to run back and forth ten or twenty times to pour him hot water, and yet he’s still sitting there with a cold face while drinking the water she poured.

In the elevator, more and more people crowded in, and Summer Nolan pushed him to the corner, shielding him with her body.

Can’t let him get injured again, or how long would she have to pay off the debt of gratitude?

She really didn’t want to keep offering warmness in exchange for indifference—

The elevator finally reached the first floor. As they walked to his car, Summer Nolan didn’t see his bodyguard and frowned. Really not here?

Forget it, she would take him home.

"Why not take my car? After dropping you off, it’ll be easier for me to go home," she said as she looked at him.

Renowned Attorney Spencer didn’t say anything, pulled open the driver’s side door, and was about to get in. Summer Nolan hurriedly got in first, she really was speechless with this stubborn man,

"Fine, fine, I’ll drive your car and take you home, Renowned Attorney Spencer isn’t used to other people’s cars."

"If Attorney Nolan is so unwilling to take me, then don’t. I can drive myself back," he said coldly, looking at her.

"Who said I’m not willing? I’m more than willing, just get in the car."

Summer Nolan put on a big smile, suppressing her frustration inside. Once she repaid him, she wouldn’t want to bother with him anymore.

Renowned Attorney Spencer withdrew his gaze from her face, opened the back door, and got in like an emperor, crossing his long legs and resting his head on the headrest, closing his eyes slightly.

She glanced at him through the rearview mirror, silently pouted, started the car, and smoothly drove out. The road was a bit congested, taking more than an hour to reach his home.

After getting out of her car, she directly stuffed the car keys into his trouser pocket,

"I’m taking a cab back. Be careful not to lay on your wound when sleeping tonight. If it doesn’t work, you can call your girlfriend over to take care of you. Iris Lynn is pretty good at that."

"Who said she’s my girlfriend?" Renowned Attorney Spencer asked.

Summer Nolan couldn’t help but smile when she heard him. Just a few days ago, he personally said he was happier with Iris Lynn than with her.

That sentence was like a sharp knife stabbing into her heart. She loved this man to her bones, but he didn’t feel the same for her.

That remark was saying she wasn’t as good as Iris Lynn.

Summer Nolan didn’t want to provoke him at this moment, so she just nodded perfunctorily, "Mm, if you say she’s not, then she’s not."

"You don’t believe me?" Elias Spencer looked at her, frowned, and asked.

"I believe you, I do. Now go on, I’m leaving." Summer Nolan crossed her arms and was about to leave when he suddenly said, "Come make me dinner."

"You want me to make dinner?" she asked in surprise.

"Yes." He nodded in agreement.

"Better have your girlfriend cook for you. My cooking is so bad; you don’t need to suffer through it."

Summer Nolan told him earnestly. He had praised Iris Lynn’s cooking so many times.

If it’s good, ask the current girlfriend to make it, right? Asking an ex to do it doesn’t seem appropriate.

"I said she isn’t," Elias Spencer replied annoyed, staring at her, his tone more intense.

"Okay, okay, she isn’t." Summer Nolan didn’t argue with him. Whether she was or wasn’t had nothing to do with her.

"But I really can’t cook. Why not order yourself something at a restaurant?"

"Then go, and don’t come back again." Elias Spencer finished coldly and went to the apartment lobby.

Was he angry again?

Summer Nolan silently waved goodbye to him again, really wanted to go up and hit him a few times!

Still, she followed him, holding back, just to check on Elias too.

Wondering how his injury was?

At the elevator entrance, Elias Spencer turned to look at her following him, "Didn’t I tell you to leave?"

"You’re injured because of me, it’s only right I take care of you, right? As long as you can eat what I cook, I can do it," Summer Nolan said with a smile.