But he clearly told her that he wasn’t injured.

She was stunned for a few seconds before hurriedly coming to her senses. She took the medicine and gauze from the tray beside her and came to the sofa, half-kneeling beside him, and began to change his dressing.

The man leaned against the sofa, with a calm gaze, staring intently at the servant in front of him.

Summer Shawcross carefully peeled the gauze off Noah Drexler’s wound. When she saw the bloody mess underneath, her face turned pale. Fortunately, Sister Xue had applied dark special makeup on her face and body, so Noah Drexler shouldn’t be able to see her expression or notice anything unusual at this moment.

She held her breath, gently picked up some cotton, dabbed it with the medicine, and slowly cleaned the blood from his wound.

The injury didn’t look like a new, light wound; instead, it seemed like an old wound that had been infected, flared up again, and then re-stitched.

Her nose couldn’t help but sour.

He was clearly seriously injured, yet he said nothing to her, and told her nothing.

If she hadn’t come here today, she wouldn’t have known anything even now.

Thinking of this, besides feeling heartache, a trace of anger arose in Summer Shawcross’s heart.

She held back the bitterness in her heart, finished cleaning his wound, then reapplied medicine, and wrapped it with gauze again.

After everything was prepared, she got up from the side of the sofa, placing the gauze stained with his blood back onto the tray.

"Young Master, please rest early. I’ll be taking my leave." She bowed her head and whispered a sentence, and just as she turned to leave...

The room door was suddenly knocked on.

Hearing the knock, Noah Drexler furrowed his brows immediately, somewhat impatiently responding.

"What is it?"

"Young Master... Miss Duval’s injury is acting up again, please come take a look!" From outside the door came the servant’s anxious voice.

Upon hearing the words from outside the door, Summer Shawcross’s expression paused for a moment, instinctively stopping her steps, and with concern, she turned her head to look at Noah Drexler.

Only to see Noah Drexler’s handsome face full of displeasure.

"Tell her, I’m not free!" He pursed his lips, his voice disdainful as he spoke.

"But... Miss Duval got injured because of you, and her wound is in terrible pain now. If you don’t go, she might not survive." The servant’s anxious voice continued to come from outside the door.

Listening to the servant’s words, Summer Shawcross’s heart tightened.

So... his fiancée got injured for him...

Thinking of this, a sour feeling suddenly flooded in her heart.

When he was in danger, the one by his side, the one to get injured for him, was another woman...

And she could only stay quietly in the place he confined her, unable to do anything, or perhaps having no right to do anything.

After all, that Miss Duval was his rightful fiancée.

And she... was just a woman rumored to have died.

Thinking of this, her heart immediately filled with bitterness.

Meanwhile, Noah Drexler’s face showed even more impatience after hearing the servant’s words, his eyes filled with displeasure.

That woman thought that by blocking for him once, she could use this opportunity to gain his guilt or sympathy!

The next moment, he suddenly got up from the sofa and strode towards the outside.

Watching his departing figure, Summer Shawcross felt a chill in her heart...