"Crash——"
She pushed the chair away and stood up subconsciously, retreating a few steps, staring at the man in front of her as if she had seen a ghost.
Trenton Smith calmly cut a piece of steak and put it in his mouth, watching Norris Moore's chest heave in front of him, "What's the matter? You're unhappy that I've remembered?"
Her face was slightly pale, and her eyes were filled with barely concealed fear and vigilance. She seemed to want to escape, but she forced herself to stand still.
Trenton put down his knife and fork, resting his chin on his hand, watching her changing expressions with a faint smile on his lips. His usual cool and gentle manner.
Norris's heart beat at a rapid pace. She stood in place, watching the stunning man under the sunlight. His face was incredibly exquisite. She never realized she had become afraid of him to this extent - afraid to the point where she couldn't run away.
