He gazed down at the redness at the corners of her eyes, his voice very light, "So you know what it's like to be sad."
His remark was somewhat cryptic.
Norris Moore still felt wronged, her long, thick eyelashes downturned. Her muscles remained tense, showing no sign of relaxation or surrender.
Trenton Smith looked at her pale face for a moment, then let out a soft sigh. He gently embraced her, whispering, "Norris Moore, you have a fever."
Her body was cool, but her forehead was burning hot, covered in a sheen of cold sweat.
Norris Moore said nothing.
She had a fever?
She didn't know.
Why would she have a fever?
She just felt a terrible headache.
Right now, she didn't want to see him at all, she just wanted to be alone and quiet for a while. Trenton Smith's presence was almost unbearable for her.
