The following morning.
When Trenton Smith woke up, Norris Moore was also awakened.
She watched the man from under the covers as he stood by the bed getting dressed.
Even an ordinary white shirt looked elegant and stylish when worn by Trenton Smith.
She tilted her head and observed, "Mr. Smith, you're truly a feast for the eyes."
Trenton Smith glanced at her, noticing her sleepy look,
"It seems you haven't learned your lesson from last night," he remarked, neither cold nor warm.
At his words, Norris's teasing smile froze. She retreated further under the covers, contemplated for a moment, but then shot back teasingly, "No wonder Miss White kicked you out. You're not very considerate in bed."
Trenton Smith picked up his suit, glanced at her with a mocking look, and then left.
Norris watched his retreating figure, her lips pursed slightly. Recalling the look on Trenton Smith's face when he left, she slapped her own forehead.
She was a fool.
