By the time he removed his fingers from her mouth, they were marked with several deep, bloody bite marks. Norris Moore was force-fed several glasses of cold water and she weakly lay prostrate on the washbasin, panting for breath. After a while, she lifted her head, brushing her wet hair from her face, and looked at Trenton Smith. Her face was dripping wet, but as she gazed into Trenton Smith's stern face, she laughed weakly while coughing, "Does Mr. Smith think Norris is dirty? So, Mr. Smith is also a clean freak..." She laughed and coughed simultaneously, "But what use is disgust now? I'm already dirty…"
Trenton's pupils contracted slightly. Seeing her laugh so carefreely unnerved him, he couldn't help but tighten his grip on her hand.
