Love Drug Chapter 271: Don't Cry Again

And Merry must have also been tricked by Sienna.

Thinking of this, a hint of ruthlessness flashed through Summer's eyes.

Sienna!

She wouldn't let her off so easily this time!

Summer took a deep breath.

"This isn't Merry's fault. She was just used."

Fraser curled his lips and scoffed, "She shares responsibility for what happened to you tonight."

Don't talk to him about being used.

She was just incredibly stupid.

Even if unintentional, she's an accomplice.

Summer looked at the sharp features of the man before softly calling, "Fraser."

Hearing Summer call his name, the harshness in Fraser's eyes faded. When he raised his gaze to meet hers, his expression softened, though his voice remained domineering as always.

"Fine, whatever you say goes. But promise me one thing—no more crying tonight. If you cry again, I'll destroy every piece of writing out there."

What is he even talking about?

She'd just lost control of her emotions once in front of him, and he's already acting this disdainful.

At that moment, the examination room door opened from the inside.

Two doctors walked out, carrying test reports.

"Summer, the results are ready."

Summer stood up immediately, fingers tightening, palms slightly sweaty.

Fraser glanced at her, then reached out, threading his fingers through hers and holding them tightly.

Noticing the distinguished-looking man standing next to Summer, the doctors glanced at him curiously.

"The preliminary results show no problems, but you'll need another checkup in a few days to rule out anything hidden. I'll prescribe some medication for you."

Hearing this, Summer finally felt the tension in her chest loosen.

Fraser casually took the report from the doctor's hand and glanced over it briefly.

See? How could his genes possibly be weak?

Summer thanked the doctors, "Thank you."

After the doctors left, Summer suddenly realized that her hand was still tightly intertwined with Fraser's.

She tried pulling her hand back but couldn't break free.

When she raised her head, she found herself looking into the man's dark, swirling eyes.

Summer pursed her lips, explaining, "Earlier, I was just emotional… that's why I acted like…that."

"Like what?"

Fraser curved his lips, deliberately teasing her, "You mean, the way you clung tightly to me?"

Embarrassment washed over her belatedly, making Summer's face grow warm.

"I was just…"

Fraser raised an eyebrow, a faint smile playing on his lips as if waiting to see what she'd say next.

Seeing his expression, Summer lifted her chin stubbornly, deciding she might as well own it.

"Well, since I've already hugged you, what are you gonna do about it?"

Fraser's eyes darkened slightly as he said lazily, "What am I gonna do about it…"

He intentionally dragged out the last syllable, his voice turning playful the next second. "I'll hug you back."

As soon as he spoke, Fraser reached out, gripping Summer's waist firmly and pressing her into his embrace.

The two of them were closely pressed together once again.

Earlier, Summer's mind had been occupied with worries about the examination results and hadn't noticed anything else.

But now, her mind was clear.

She could distinctly feel the man's powerful presence surrounding her.

The heavy, steady thumping of his heart echoed against hers, pulling her heartbeat into rhythm with his.

Fraser whispered into her ear, his voice magnetic and alluring, "Don't cry again. No matter what happens, I'll handle it for you."

Hearing this, Summer's eyes turned slightly red again.

She wasn't usually such a crybaby.

This time, it was her baby who wanted to cry.

…

Inside the Lamborghini.

Summer sat in the passenger seat and suddenly remembered something.

Where did Lucas go?

She opened her phone and sent a message.

Lucas immediately replied on WeChat.

Lucas: "Sorry, something urgent came up, so I left earlier. How are the test results?"

Summer glanced at Fraser from the corner of her eye, then continued typing.

Summer: "Should be fine. Mr. Lucas, thank you for tonight."

Lucas: "Glad to hear that. Get some rest tonight."

Holding the steering wheel, Fraser glanced sideways at her phone screen briefly.

Hah, that guy.

"Was he the one who saved you tonight?"

Fraser's voice was deep, emotionless.

Summer raised her head from her phone and gave a soft "Mm."

Fraser narrowed his eyes slightly, tapping his long fingers lightly on the steering wheel. He casually said, "Introduce me to him someday?"

Summer grew wary. "W-what for?"

Fraser turned his gaze toward her, smirking faintly. "What do you think I'll do?"

Summer pouted. "Isn't it obvious?"

Fraser stared at her intently, his dark eyes growing deeper as he slowly uttered each word, "Makes me want to hide you away."

Hide her somewhere no one else could see.