Trenton Smith glanced up at her, pondering for a moment with his eyes downcast before saying: "It depends on the situation. Your birthday is still a while away; I'll have to take a look at my workload for that day."
He was always busy.
Work was his top priority.
Zara White had already grown used to it. She nodded with a smile: "Alright."
Trenton Smith looked at her, stroked her face, and said, "I'll accompany you to buy a gift in a few days."
Zara's beautiful face deepened with a smile, softly replying, "Mmm."
Trenton Smith withdrew his hand and rolled up the car window.
Standing at the door, Zara watched the black Bentley slowly disappear around the street corner. She raised her hand to touch her face, where it seemed there was still a lingering trace of his gentle touch.
Lowering her eyes, she couldn't help but let out a soft, sweet laugh.
She had admired him for a long time, and even the faintest touch of his unreachable tenderness was a treasure in her eyes.
