Summer Shawcross walked into the office under the surprised gazes of a few people.
...
When Summer entered, Noah Drexler was sitting in a chair, expressionlessly signing the documents on the desk.
Just as the word "husband" was uttered, his hand holding the pen paused involuntarily.
He lowered his eyes, looked at the name he had ruined by signing, frowned slightly, then picked up another document and covered it.
At this moment, Summer had already come to his side.
Seeing the pile of documents on Noah Drexler's desk, Summer's face couldn't help but change slightly, then she murmured softly, "It's already lunchtime, stop working, have some soup!"
After speaking, she pushed aside the documents, raised the thermos in her hand, and boasted to him, "I especially learned how to make chicken soup from Manager Wang, try it and see how it tastes!"
"I'm not hungry." Noah Drexler lifted his gaze, glanced at the thermos in her hand, and pressed his thin lips together.
