Norris put on her coat and said calmly, "I want to move out."
"Don't be ridiculous, okay?" He walked in, pulled Norris into his arms, and kissed her cheek, "When did I agree to let you move out?"
He slightly tightened his hold on her waist, pressing her soft body against his chest. Norris looked up and smiled, "It's not about your agreement. In my current situation, it's better for me to live alone."
Trenton let her go, took off her coat and threw it on the bed, then took her hand, "Let's eat."
"Trenton Smith."
"Eat first, alright?" His tone was gentle, but somewhat firm. He looked at her with furrowed brow, "We'll talk about this after dinner. I'm hungry."
Norris looked down, thought for a moment, and then nodded, "Okay."
Dinner was already prepared.
Norris picked up her chopsticks to eat.
Trenton believed in not talking while eating, so the dining room was quiet.
She bit her chopsticks and looked up at the man.
