Norris Moore carried a bag of strawberries in one hand and a black sun umbrella in the other. The hand holding the umbrella was clenched so tightly that her veins stood out.
She stared blankly at Trenton Smith, her expression a mixture of emptiness and confusion. She looked somewhat pitiful.
She must have come to see Luke Moore today.
However, it was unclear when she had arrived and how much she had heard.
Trenton quickly regained his composure, giving her a slight smile. He gently caressed her pale and cool cheek with raised his hand, speaking intimately, "Go see your father. I need to get back to the office."
Norris's eyes briefly lingered on his face before instinctively turning away, dodging his hand.
Trenton's smile faded a little as his profound gaze fell on her face, seeing the unbearable suffering and suppressed anger for him in her micro-expressions.
