Trenton put her down from the window sill and used a hairdryer to dry her hair.
Norris's hair, cool and silky to the touch, was like satin. As she had never dyed or permed, her hair was in excellent health.
Trenton's rare tenderness baffled Norris. While he dried her hair, she hugged her knees. When he was done, he approached her and invited, "Have dinner with me."
She glanced at his refined side profile. His expression, once complicated while standing on the balcony, had now settled.
Thinking of the way Trenton had looked at her, Norris faintly pursed her lips.
She had no idea what had caused him to look at her in such a way.
Deep and heavy.
It made people feel vaguely uneasy.
Still, she felt that Trenton would not harm her.
*
In the dining room, the servants had prepared the meal. Norris sat in the chair, legs still hugged to her chest, watching Trenton eat.
