Norris Moore turned around and pushed him away, slightly frowning at the man in front of her who was threatening her casually.
"Mr. Smith, what on earth do you want to do?"
He looked down at her annoyed expression, his tone calm, "I don't know what I want to do. I just know that I can't let you marry Alex Miller so soon." He laughed, his eyes deep, "Just a hunch."
A hunch...
Heh, what bullshit intuition.
It's just his subconscious unwillingness to see her living well.
Even with the memory loss, his malice towards her was still strong.
Norris Moore pursed her lips, stared at Trenton Smith for a while, her chest heaving for a moment before speaking coldly, "Whatever."
She turned around and left.
Trenton Smith stared at her retreating figure, slowly retracting his gaze, when suddenly, a shadow of a woman floated through his mind.
"Treton."
A girl in a long white dress laughed and threw herself into his embrace, her head tilted up to reveal a bright and gentle smile.
