"He..." Norris Moore raised her head to look at the man with a cold and indifferent face standing behind Zara White, unable to suppress the chill in her heart, "Is he...?"
Zara White fiercely interrupted her: "Shut up!"
"..." Norris fell silent for a moment, then looked at her and said, "I can not ask anything. But, you must give me an explanation."
Zara White stood in front of her, her lips tightly pressed together, her face changing, and her eyes filled with hesitation and intense struggle.
After a long time, she averted her gaze and said to Norris, "Come out with me."
She walked in the direction of the door.
Norris looked up at Trenton Smith, who had been standing by the window and had not spoken from the beginning.
The man stood there with a cold and indifferent air, holding a cup of hot tea, his eyes plain and unfamiliar.
Seeing her looking at him, his gaze also swept over, his calm and indifferent eyes, as if looking at a stranger.
Norris's heart contracted.
