My Aloof Husband, Mr. Drexler, Dotes Me Excessively-Chapter 191: The Psychological Shadow Cast by a Certain Bowl of Chicken Soup
"Madam, the car is already waiting at the hotel entrance. It’s time to leave." The bodyguard glanced at his watch and politely reminded Summer Shawcross.
Upon hearing this, Summer Shawcross came back to herself and nodded gently.
...
When Summer Shawcross returned to Narsus City, it was still early in the morning.
As soon as she got back to the bedroom, she couldn’t resist taking out her phone and sending a message to Noah Drexler, then leaned on the bed and turned over.
After a sleepless night, she felt a bit more at ease only when back in her familiar bedroom.
Especially... when she caught the mature and masculine scent of the man on the pillow... she finally relaxed and felt a bit sleepy.
She accidentally fell asleep.
She didn’t wake up until the servant came to call her for a meal. She instinctively glanced at her phone. It was already noon, yet she hadn’t received a reply from Noah Drexler.
She couldn’t help but frown in confusion. Was he really busy right now, or... was he working?
"Madam, the butler specially made chicken soup for you today. You should go to the dining room for a meal." Noticing that she was staring at the phone in a trance, the nearby servant couldn’t help but remind her.
The moment she heard the servant mention chicken soup, Summer Shawcross’s expression changed immediately, recalling the psychological shadow a certain bowl of chicken soup had left on her... she instantly felt unwell.
"Forget it, I’m not hungry. I’ll go down later."
Seeing her say this, the servant, feeling helpless, could only turn and leave the bedroom.
After the servant left, Summer Shawcross stared at the phone screen in a daze for a moment, before she couldn’t help but dial Noah Drexler’s number.
The phone rang several times before it was finally answered.
"Noah Drexler, how is your injury?" she asked worriedly as soon as the call was connected.
He usually didn’t take his injuries seriously, and she wondered if he had properly applied medication.
After she finished speaking, there was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone.
Seeing this, she grew more puzzled, and just as she was about to speak, a man’s voice sounded from the phone.
"Madam... it’s me."
"Sean Morgan?" Summer Shawcross was stunned and asked in surprise.
"The boss is in a meeting and doesn’t have time to answer the phone," Sean Morgan’s explanatory voice followed.
"No wonder... how’s his injury? It hasn’t gotten infected, has it?" Summer Shawcross nodded knowingly and couldn’t help but ask again.
"The bleeding has stopped, and it’s not serious."
"Alright, then I won’t disturb you." Hearing Sean Morgan say this, Summer Shawcross paused for a moment before ending the call.
After the call ended, she looked at the phone, her expression a bit puzzled.
From what she knew about Noah Drexler all along, he would never leave his phone with anyone else. Even during meetings, he always had his phone with him.
So why did he unusually hand his phone to Sean Morgan?
Thinking this, she sighed, rubbing her forehead, hoping she was just overthinking it.
With Noah Drexler’s physique, a knife wound shouldn’t pose any danger to him, right?
...
When Summer Shawcross went downstairs to the dining room, the butler was serving soup for her.
Seeing her come down, he quickly remarked.
"Madam, the soup is about to get cold, please have a seat."
Summer Shawcross nodded and only upon getting closer did she notice the butler’s eyes were red as if he had been crying...
She was taken aback and couldn’t help but ask in concern.
"Butler, did the old man at your house break up with you?"
Seeing the butler like this, she thought he was heartbroken.
