My Aloof Husband, Mr. Drexler, Dotes Me Excessively-Chapter 244: Do I Really Have to Do These Things?
After a moment, he lowered his head, and his thin lips pressed against hers.
He released her, his gaze falling on her blushing little face, but suddenly something came to his mind, and his eyebrows furrowed.
In the next second, he turned over to the other side of the bed and lay down, then took out his phone, unlocked it with a fingerprint, opened the search engine, and typed a few words with his long fingers before earnestly clicking to search.
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—How do men become gentle?
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Quickly, many results appeared on the screen, and just a casual glance made Noah Drexler frown deeply, instinctively wanting to throw his phone away!
But remembering the woman’s complaints about him being too fierce and not gentle enough, his expression softened slightly, and his grip tightened.
He took a deep breath, resisted the urge to throw the phone away, clicked on one of the answers, and expressionlessly began reading the first entry.
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—A gentle man naturally has a good temper. First of all, he should not lose his temper rashly.
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Seeing this, Noah Drexler squinted his eyes, his expression furrowing.
He hadn’t lost his temper with her last night!
After a moment, he lowered his eyes and continued reading.
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—Gentle men speak softly, and their faces always carry a smile.
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Speak softly? Smile on his face?
Is he sick? Does he have to smile just to say something?
He kept his face cold, suppressing his displeasure as he continued scrolling down.
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—A gentle man will always take care of others. Besides liking to praise her, he will offer a warm hug when she cries, and be considerate in small matters, like putting a coat on her when it’s cold, preparing toothpaste for her while brushing teeth, and proactively helping with chores like washing clothes...
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Reading this, Noah Drexler’s face turned unpleasant, his handsome face filled with disdain and disgust.
He’s not a servant, does he have to do these things?
He snorted coldly, disdainfully tossing his phone aside!
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That night, Summer Shawcross slept very peacefully, and by the time she woke up, it was already morning.
After she woke up, she instinctively looked at the spot beside her, had Noah Drexler gotten up already?
As she was taken aback, she heard a low voice from the man by the sofa.
"Awake?"
She was startled, turned her head to look over, and saw Noah Drexler sitting on the sofa reading a book.
"Mm..." She nodded, then lifted the covers and got up, walking over to the sofa. She carefully examined the man sitting there and, seeing no new injuries on him, breathed a sigh of relief.
It seemed that he hadn’t lost control last night.
His condition had been improving rapidly these past few days, and his episodes of losing control seemed to be decreasing.
If things continued this way, he should recover soon.
With this thought, a satisfied expression appeared on her face, and she turned around, heading towards the bathroom.
Just as she entered the bathroom and stopped in front of the sink, picking up her toothbrush to start her morning routine, the bathroom door suddenly opened again.
She looked up in the mirror and saw Noah Drexler walking in, expressionless.
"Do you need to use the bathroom?" she paused for a moment, then asked him in confusion.
But the man remained silent, instead walking over to her side, lowering his eyes, and glancing at the toothbrush in her hand.
