She opened her red lips and bit his pants' zipper. Trenton's eyes darkened, and he quickly raised his hand, grabbing her hair. His voice was somewhat cold: "Let go."
"..." Norris hesitated for a moment, then let go of her mouth, raising her head and looking at him innocently, "Does Mr. Smith not find it enjoyable?"
Trenton's gaze fell on Norris's face, from her innocent eyes to her slightly hooked red lips. His tone became even colder: "Get out."
Norris remained kneeling there. She smiled at him: "Then please have mercy on me, Mr. Smith, and give me a way out. I promise that as soon as I see your face, I will stay as far away as possible."
She was right; Trenton really hated her.
Even when she bit him herself, he was not pleased.
So once he gets tired of humiliating her, she will be free.
Is it just about her dignity?
Just give it to him.
Anyway, she has seen that dignity means nothing in the face of money.
"Do you plan on playing these tricks with other men?"
Trenton slowly asked.
His expression was somewhat ambiguous.
Norris blinked, a little confused about how to answer.
Deny it or admit it?
According to his pace of humiliating her, she should probably admit it, right?
And she really was planning on selling herself.
"I have no choice. I need money." She licked her lips and whispered, "I hope Mr. Smith can make it convenient for me. I've offended you many times before, but I guarantee I won't do it again." Of course, they probably wouldn't see each other again.
The class difference was too big. It would be difficult for her to offend him again.
Trenton lowered his eyes and silently stared at her. Then he said, "Is this the backbone of a woman raised by the Moore family?" His tone was somewhat contemptuous.
Norris couldn't help but laugh, really laughing this time: "Have I ever had backbone in front of you?"
Back when she had pursued him, thinking about it now, she really was like a dog.
Very cheap.
No wonder Trenton looked down on her.
She had no dignity when she loved him and now, incredibly, she wanted to maintain some dignity in front of him. How ridiculous.
She really didn't know how to be human.
Trenton looked at her laughter, his lips tightening slightly, and a touch of annoyance appeared on his handsome face.
Norris knew he was angry, but she didn't know what she had done to make him angry or what else she should do. How could she compensate for the loss of his dignity in front of her?
She thought she was already miserable enough.
But it seemed that Trenton thought it was not enough, not enough to compensate for the humiliation he had suffered three years ago.
Perhaps only her death could truly erase this stain on his life.
Such a man, so outstanding and unique, had been humiliated by her three years ago. Norris could understand his feelings. The moment he agreed to marry her was probably the most humiliating taste of his life.
No wonder he couldn't let go even now.
"Will you only let the Moore family go if I really die?"
Norris suddenly asked softly.
She took out a fruit knife from her bag.
Trenton watched her movements, his eyes narrowing slightly.
"At first, it was my fault for hurting Mr. Smith's dignity."
She aimed the knife at her abdomen.
"An eye for an eye. Mr. Smith, you can come after me."
She looked up and smiled at him.
"My family is innocent. Mr. Smith hates me to the bone. Norris is willing to repay him with her life for the humiliation he once suffered."
Trenton looked at her movements, a cold light flashing in his eyes: "Are you threatening me?"