After undoing the buttons of his suit and shirt, she took a thin blanket and covered him with it.
Once everything was done, she displayed a satisfied expression, turned off the lights, and obediently lay down beside him, peacefully closing her eyes.
Outside the window, it started to rain lightly again. Summer Shawcross leaned against Noah Drexler, listening to the pitter-patter of the rain, sleeping soundly.
...
At dawn.
As the sky was just getting light, Summer Shawcross suddenly woke up.
When she opened her eyes, she instinctively reached out towards the space next to her.
But the spot beside her was empty, though the blanket still retained the warmth of a man.
Startled, she quickly propped herself up, glanced at the slightly bright sky outside the window, hurriedly got out of bed, and ran out of the bedroom.
Downstairs.
Noah Drexler sat on the sofa, looking at the jewelry box placed on the coffee table.
His handsome face was serious and full of gravity.
