Zara White clenched her knife and fork a little tighter, but a faint smile appeared on her face, "You really do put a lot of effort into her."
Trenton Smith had a gentle expression and said nothing.
Zara lowered her head and slowly cut her steak, whispering, "Treton, have you really fallen for her?"
"..."
"Don't you remember why you came here three years ago?" Her tone grew even softer, "She's also a Moore. You once said that no one with the surname Moore is innocent, didn't you?"
Trenton put down his knife and fork and said indifferently, "I know my limits."
Zara looked up at his face and smiled slightly, "I know." She didn't show any signs of emotion, "Norris Moore is indeed a great person, but she's not suitable for you, and you understand that, don't you?"
Trenton raised his eyes and glanced at her, seemingly mixed with a hint of warning. Zara subconsciously clenched her knife and fork tighter, and her facial smile stiffened slightly as she lowered her eyes.
