Trenton Smith stood under the light, with a smirk on his face.
His face was perfect, and his smile was gentle, truly making him approachable and pleasant.
But as Norris looked at him, a chill was forcibly instilled in her by his smile.
"If you don't sell it to me, who are you planning to sell it to?"
At his words, Norris slightly lifted her head, revealing her petite and exquisite chin.
She chuckled too.
"To whom I sell it, it won't be you".
The man's smile under the light became blurred all of a sudden, with a cold gleam flickering faintly in his narrow eyes.
Norris lifted her head slightly to look at the man before her.
It had been six months since their divorce, he had become even more elegant, aloof and perfect. When she was almost struggling to survive, he must have been living his life to the fullest.
"Trenton Smith, I want to ask you a question," Norris suddenly said.
Trenton lightly responded, "Go ahead."
"You didn't want to sleep with me for free back then, but now you're willing to pay for it. Are you out of your mind?"
She spat out these words calmly. Norris watched with satisfaction as Trenton's face instantly darkened, and she turned and left the room!
The night in Tung City was extraordinarily cold.
Norris plunged into the chilling wind from the warm hotel. She wrapped her thin clothes tighter around her body, walking on the quiet night streets.
The lights from thousands of houses were all extinguished, only the 24-hour open stores were still soliciting customers.
She inevitably thought about her failed attempt to get money.
She wondered about the expression Ella Lewis would have when she discovered there was no 500,000 in her account tomorrow.
She was once again reminded of Trenton's obscure smile under the light in the presidential suite, a smile that felt like mockery towards her.
Right, throughout their three-year marriage, she remained a virgin.
He never touched her even once.
Remembering that he purposely spent one million for her virginity after their divorce, Norris felt a looming sense of gloom in her heart. It must be a form of humiliation and revenge.
Norris could feel her body trembling, whether from cold or anger, she wasn't sure. To save money, she didn't take a cab and could only wrap herself tighter, running home in small strides.
It took her half an hour to arrive at her place under the freezing winter weather. Norris's entire body was frozen stiff.
Her residence was just a basement, just big enough to fit a bed. Even for showering, she had to go to a public bath.
She saved money by not decorating her residence as she needed it for Elias Moore and Father Moore's medical bills, and the tuition of Abigail.
She had to protect those whom she had let down before and compensate them with everything she had.
Therefore, she couldn't just give up.
At the very least, before her father woke up, before Elias got a kidney transplant, before Abigail graduated from the university, she had to keep on living and doing well.
Lying on her small bed, Norris felt drained. The figure of Trenton surfaced in her mind again in the dark. Her heart ached, she opened her eyes, she wanted to smoke a cigarette.
But she did not have a cigarette.
When she was pursuing Trenton in the first place, she had already quit smoking.
Because, she felt that Trenton wouldn't like a girl who smoked.
Thinking back at the many ridiculous things she did in pursuit of him, each memory made her feel sick now.
Norris brought back her trail of thoughts, revealed a sarcastic smile on her face, put a hand over her heart, and curled up.
She hadn't felt her heart ache for a long time.
She always thought that she had forgotten Trenton.
However, after that short interaction, all the previous feelings came rushing back.
It was the feeling when Trenton handed her the divorce agreement, threatening her to sign it in order to afford her father's surgery.
That day, Trenton was sitting high and mighty at the desk that once belonged to Father Moore, Norris was kneeling before him, crying and begging for the money to afford his brain surgery, losing all her dignity.
Then Trenton threw a divorce agreement that would see Norris leave with nothing at her.
After half a year, on this winter night, she clearly relived the pain she felt that day, the trembling feeling she had trying to hold the pen.
Norris thought, this should be the feeling of hatred.