The surrounding temperature seemed to drop a few degrees.
After a long silence, the hand placed on her waist suddenly released its grip.
Summer Shawcross was momentarily stunned and prepared to turn and leave.
However... just then, the man in front of her suddenly bent down, his long arm easily swooping her up, effortlessly hoisting her onto his left shoulder.
Summer was shocked, quickly reaching out to grab the fabric of Noah Drexler's suit, afraid she might fall.
"Noah Drexler, what are you doing!"
"Going home!" Noah snorted coldly, then turned without a word, carrying her out of the bathroom.
If she stayed here any longer, he couldn't guarantee he wouldn't give in to the urge to flatten this bar.
His forcefulness left her speechless, and she protested through clenched teeth.
"This is kidnapping, you better let me go!"
But the man was unmoved, simply carrying her outside.
Seeing this, Summer, helpless, resorted to threatening him.
