"Explain what?" Trenton Smith was indifferent, pulling on his cigarette, "She can think whatever she wants, I can't stop her."
He seemed too lazy and disinterested to explain anything.
No one knew what Norris Moore had said to him earlier that had upset him like this.
Maple Swallow turned the hairdryer back on, blowing her own hair and said casually, "Well then, go ahead and dig your own grave."
Trenton Smith's face turned cold after hearing those words. He put out his cigarette, gave a cold snort, and walked away.
Maple raised her head and watched his angry figure disappearing, her eyebrows slightly knitted together.
This little brother of hers was surprisingly showing low emotional intelligence in the matter of Norris Moore. Not only he hadn't won her over after all this time, but he was also worsening the situation.
*
Norris Moore returned to the hotel.
Ava was still curled up on the bed, fatigued and sleepy.
