The lights in the hotel's corridor were unusually bright and dazzling.
The handsome man had a secret smile concealed in the corner of his lips, his gaze lascivious and frivolous, lingering and ambiguous.
He stood in front of her, tall and handsome, a type many women would like,
But not her.
His fingers gently wrapped around her waist, looking at her expression, he felt somewhat helpless.
Such a woman should be cherished and adored, but what a pity.
Perhaps after Trenton Smith had given her to him to play with, the man no longer regarded her as a normal woman.
Norris Moore frowned, looking at him with disgust, "Aren't you annoying?"
He chuckled again, his eyes shining brightly as he looked at her with amusement.
Norris hated his attitude, as if she were some interesting object that could amuse him with every move she made.
He was just like Trenton Smith, looking down at her from above, despising her, not taking her seriously.
Both men were equally detestable.
