She shifted her trembling gaze away, slowly returning it to Norris Moore's face, and then walked over, tenderly and carefully stroking her pale, thin cheek. Finally, she stood up straight, turned around, and left the ward.
Trenton Smith approached and sat by the bed, extending his hand to hold Norris's hand that hung over the edge.
Her fingers were slender and delicate, the hands of someone who had never done rough work since childhood. He stared intently at her face and then slowly tightened his grip.
She must wake up; he wouldn't allow her to die like this. How could she leave before he had compensated her for everything…
Slowly closing his eyes, Trenton's calm face tensed in the middle of his brow, unable to bear the subtle cracks of his expression as the hint of pain seeped out from his uncontainable emotions.
*
"Trenton."
Zara White, wearing a white lab coat, walked over with a smile on her beautiful, cold face: "What are you doing here?"
