Upon seeing Trenton Smith, the first thought that came into Norris Moore's mind was—run,
She forced herself to stand still, her face pale as she looked at the man's tall silhouette by the window, her voice somewhat hoarse: "Mr. Smith, how come you're back?"
Trenton slowly turned to look at her.
With his back to the light, the tips of his fingers were tinged with red, and the thin smoke made his casual-looking face even more terrifying.
Norris felt completely disorganized.
She never expected that Trenton, who hadn't been back for a week, would return at the exact moment she went to visit Alex Miller.
She stepped inside, her face slightly pale, her smile somewhat forced: "Mr. Smith, I..."
Trenton glanced at her, snuffed out his cigarette, and brushed past her.
Norris subconsciously grasped his arm, her voice sharp: "Mr. Smith, I'm sorry. I know I was wrong. Please don't go. Please don't go!"
Her fear reached its peak.
