My Aloof Husband, Mr. Drexler, Dotes Me Excessively-Chapter 363 - 362: Scold Him, Hit Him, Do Whatever You Want!

The next second, he finally couldn’t help but lean down, lifted his hand, picked up the woman on the bed, and let her whole body lean into his embrace.

Her body was soft and seemed to have lost all strength, just helplessly resting in his arms.

The hand that Noah Drexler placed on her waist tightened.

"If you’re upset, let it out!" He lowered his eyes, looking at her with an extremely serious gaze.

He didn’t want to see her like this, holding everything inside, silently enduring.

At this moment, he would rather she be like she used to be, destroying things in anger, messing with his collections and carefully cultivated plants, trying to provoke him.

She needs to vent now, even if it’s yelling or hitting him, it’s fine!

At least that way, he wouldn’t feel this heartache.

Listening to the man’s voice, Summer Shawcross was stunned for a moment before she finally came to her senses.

She lowered her head, buried her face in the white shirt he was wearing, and wiped away her tears.

"I’m fine..." she sniffed, then spoke to him in a calm voice.

As her words fell, Noah Drexler’s face was still as grim as ever.

At this moment, the door was suddenly knocked.

...

——Knock knock.

...

"Sir, madam, dinner is ready. The butler asked me to inquire, when would you like to dine?" the servant’s voice came from outside.

Hearing this, Noah Drexler furrowed his brows slightly, then spoke softly.

"We’ll be downstairs soon." 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

"Alright." The servant responded, then turned and left.

Noah Drexler lowered his eyes, staring at the woman in his arms for a few seconds, finally noticing the backward dress she was wearing. His hand on her waist suddenly moved up to her side.

His long fingers gently guided.

His actions didn’t cause Summer Shawcross the slightest dissatisfaction.

His eyes paused for a moment, then he lifted his hand to slowly remove the dress she was wearing.

From start to finish, Summer Shawcross didn’t resist, just obediently sat there, her eyes a bit vacant.

Noah Drexler adjusted the direction of the dress for her, put it on, and then slowly dressed her properly.

His somewhat unskilled movements carried a certain softness.

It was as if he was taking care of a child, helping her get dressed.

Seeing the dress on her, a trace of satisfaction finally appeared on the man’s face.

"Let’s go downstairs for dinner." He lowered his eyes to look at her, lowering his voice as he said these words to her.

"I’m not hungry..." Hearing his voice, Summer Shawcross paused for a moment; aside from a headache, she didn’t seem to feel anything else, especially not hunger.

Not hungry?

Hearing her words, Noah Drexler furrowed his brows tightly.

She slept for a whole day and night, how could she not be hungry?

He pressed his thin lips together, didn’t say anything more, just lifted both arms, picked her up, then got off the bed and carried her towards the bedroom door.

Summer Shawcross didn’t say anything either.

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Soon, Noah Drexler carried Summer Shawcross to the dining room on the first floor.

The butler was standing by the dining table waiting, and seeing Noah Drexler carrying Summer Shawcross in, he was startled for a moment, then promptly pulled out a chair.

Noah Drexler arrived at the dining table, placed Summer Shawcross on the chair, then turned around and sat down on the chair beside her.

The butler quickly served soup for the two, first handing the filled soup bowl to Summer Shawcross.