A wave of nausea surged up from Norris's throat, and she covered her mouth, dumping all the bags in her hand into the trash can before heading towards the restroom.
"Treton, how about this ring?" Emma raised her hand, waving it in front of Trenton Smith's face. Noticing that his gaze was focused elsewhere, she followed his line of sight, but the crowd was too dense for her to see anything interesting. She pouted her lips, complaining dissatisfiedly, "What are you looking at? Is it better than my engagement ring?"
Trenton withdrew his gaze from afar, showing no extra emotion on his face. He glanced at the ring on Emma's hand, took out his bank card, handed it to the counter lady, and said, "Let's go with this one. It looks pretty good to me."
Emma was somewhat displeased: "Why? I haven't finished picking yet."
Trenton slightly lifted his chin, saying to the saleswoman behind the counter, "Wrap it up."
