Norris Moore lazily lifted her eyelids, her tone slightly sarcastic: "If Mr. Smith had been a little more restrained that night, I wouldn't still be feeling uncomfortable."
She had already begged for mercy, but he still kept pressing down on her and doing it. He had no gentlemanly manners at all.
Trenton Smith kissed her again, caressing her long hair: "Mmm, it's my fault."
Norris rolled her eyes at him.
If he really thought he had done something wrong, he wouldn't have been so heavy-handed that night.
The two shared a tender moment on the sofa; Trenton picked Norris up, "It's time to eat."
Norris struggled a bit: "I can walk by myself."
Trenton didn't let go and easily carried her to the dining room.
He was tall and strong, holding her effortlessly.
The disparity in physical strength between men and women was evident here.
