Norris Moore bit her lip slightly and subconsciously tried to grab him again, but he coldly scolded her, "Don't touch me."
She felt disgusted with herself as well.
Not long ago, she had sternly rejected him, and now she shamelessly came to ask for his help.
But how much is her pride worth compared to Amelia's life?
If it could save her, she would even beg him on her knees.
She unconsciously clutched her own clothes, appearing as uncomfortable as a child being scolded by a senior, her eyes filled with anxiety and confusion as she looked at him, "Mr. Smith, I..."
Trenton Smith glanced at her, turned around, and opened the door to leave.
Norris hesitated for a moment, then followed him into the villa.
The butler heard the commotion and came out of the back room, "Mr. Smith, you're back..." His tone changed as he saw Norris Moore following behind Trenton.
He was a bit surprised as he hadn't seen her for more than a month, "Miss Moore, you're back too. Have you had dinner yet?"
