She looked up at Trenton Smith's face.
Half of his face was in the shadow of the light, his gaze deep and impenetrable.
"Someone likes you very much, and they want you to spend a night with them."
"..."
"Everything in this world comes at a price." His expression was gloomy, his voice indifferent, "Norris Moore, you can refuse."
"But then, you won't save Elias, will you?" Her eyes reddened, wanting to cry and laugh at the same time, not knowing what expression to make.
She didn't think it would be like this.
This feeling was strange and shameful.
She always had a peculiar illusion in her heart - she didn't think Trenton Smith would hurt her.
But she never thought that he would share her with another man.
That must have been another illusion - she thought she was special in Trenton Smith's heart, but in reality, she was just a plaything in his bed.
