Seeing her constantly looking at her phone, completely unaware that he had come out, he couldn't help but frown.
The next second, he lifted his chin and then slowly spoke.
"Come here, help me get dressed." His deep voice carried a habitual command.
His voice rang out, and Summer Shawcross, who was looking at her phone, paused for a moment, thinking she had misheard.
"I'm busy right now, dress yourself!" She pursed her lips and replied, speechless.
He was such a grown man, wasn't he capable of dressing himself? Why did he need her help?
As soon as she finished speaking, she felt the surrounding atmosphere mysteriously turning cold.
Immediately afterwards, the man's dangerous voice sounded.
"Summer Shawcross, is this what you meant by fulfilling your duties as a wife?" Noah Drexler squinted his eyes, questioning her with a somewhat displeased tone.
