His other hand, when she fell into his embrace, securely held both her and the pink pillow she was clutching.
Summer Shawcross lifted her head, glaring at him with annoyance.
"What do you want now?"
The restlessness of the woman in his arms did not stir any anger on his face.
He lowered his eyes, seriously staring at the woman whose face had flushed with anger for a few seconds before moving his tempting thin lips to speak.
"Still angry?"
His deep voice carried a hint of indulgence.
As his voice fell, Summer was stunned, involuntarily turning back to look at the man's serious face.
Actually, it was only at this moment that she suddenly realized a question she hadn't noticed in her past life.
Noah Drexler, though rumored by others to be heartless and cold, aside from when she made him angry, whenever he talked to her, he always lowered his voice. Although his expression was habitually serious, his voice was noticeably softer than when he spoke to others.
