Norris Moore closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and turned on the light.
The man's face became clear under the light, Trenton Smith's expression was very indifferent, so indifferent that she couldn't even tell if he was angry.
She managed to speak: "Mr. Smith... why did you come back so early today?"
Trenton Smith glanced at her faintly and half-smiled: "If I'd come back later, wouldn't I have missed seeing you two come back together?"
Norris's face paled a little, her fingertips were cold, and she clenched them tightly before saying softly, "I can explain it to you, Mr. Smith. I just happened to run into him, and I didn't deliberately make an appointment with him. If you don't believe me..."
Her voice gradually disappeared under Trenton Smith's unmoved look.
For a moment, she felt at a loss.
How could she explain?
She didn't know how to make her explanation believable.
Even if everything was true, would Trenton Smith believe her?
She felt a little desperate.
