For some reason, her nose suddenly felt warm, and a deep warmth surged in Summer Shawcross’s heart...

She held the lotus leaf with both hands, touched, and looked down at the precious braised ribs inside, her heart suddenly leaping.

For a man as noble as Noah Drexler to ’steal’ a few pieces of braised ribs for her at the dining table... the feeling she had now was no less touching than when he gave her an entire firefly protection base!

At this moment, she absolutely didn’t believe that this man didn’t recognize her.

Because she didn’t believe he would treat any other woman like this!

Just as she was staring at those ribs with deep emotion, the man noticed she hadn’t moved for a while, and couldn’t help but frown slightly, somewhat displeased as he spoke.

"Don’t want to eat?" Did she not like it?

Hearing his voice, Summer Shawcross paused for a moment, and then suddenly came back to her senses.

However, before she could say anything, the man suddenly raised his arm, trying to take the ribs back!

"Then just throw them away!"

Seeing this, Summer quickly stepped back a few steps, holding the ribs like a treasure, guarding them at her chest.

"No... I want to eat them." She hurriedly spoke, pouting.

The ribs were specially brought out by him for her, how could they be thrown away!

Besides, she had indeed been tempted by the aroma of the ribs in the restaurant, and now that she could finally eat them, she felt a little satisfied.

Looking at how carefully she was guarding those ribs, Noah Drexler frowned slightly, a trace of emotion crossing his eyes.

After a moment, he pursed his thin lips and said in a serious tone.

"They’re already cold."

Although he had been holding the ribs against his chest to keep them warm when he brought them out, they were only lukewarm now when he took them out.

She had just stared at them for a long time, and by then, the ribs were pretty much cold.

Hearing this, Summer Shawcross shook her head, not even thinking before she spoke directly.

"It’s okay, I like them cold."

As she spoke, she leaned down to sniff the ribs that still smelled delicious, a surprised smile appearing on her face, happily saying.

"They’re still warm!"

When her voice fell, Noah Drexler’s gaze paused, and his handsome face showed a hint of helplessness, but he didn’t say anything further.

Summer Shawcross reached out her fingers, picked up a piece of rib, placed it by her lips, lightly took a bite, and a pleased expression appeared on her face.

Though a bit cold, the taste of the ribs wasn’t much affected; they were still fragrant and crispy, making them very appetizing!

Summer’s craving was piqued, so she went on to eat two more pieces.

Watching her eat, with a little grease and a small meat residue at the corner of her mouth, the nearby Noah Drexler couldn’t help but frown, speaking with a bit of disdain.

"How old are you? Your eating manner is so bad?"

After saying that, he raised his hand to take a tissue from the coffee table, then got up from the sofa and approached her.

Just as he was about to reach out to wipe her mouth, she said something while gnawing on the ribs, her voice muffled and unclear.

"You know it, so why ask me?"

Didn’t he know how old she was?

After she finished speaking, his movements stiffened, and a trace of embarrassment crossed his handsome face, as he lowered his gaze to glance at her again.

She was indeed a bit smarter than Sean Morgan!