"Approaching... happiness?" Trenton Smith's eyes slightly narrowed, the cold depths leaking an icy sharpness. He slowly stood up, his tall figure casting a chilling shadow over Norris Moore's head. As he walked towards her, Norris immediately stood up, pushed the chair away, and ran out.
After running a few steps, she forced herself to stop. She couldn't leave, not without resolving this issue. How could she be with Alex Miller otherwise?
She turned around, only to see Trenton standing not far away, watching her with a somewhat mocking and scornful expression. She instinctively took a step back. As the man approached, Norris stumbled backward several steps until her back hit the wall.
Trenton walked up to her, staring at the panic in her eyes beneath her calm facade, and sneered: "Speaking so self-righteously, yet running away?"
