The woman gazed at her for a while, lightly chuckled, proceeded to walk behind Trenton Smith's desk, wrapped her arms around his neck, and rested her head on his shoulder looking up at him, "I'm Treton's fiancée. Can you tell me who you are now?"
Norris Moore's breath hitched, her eyes widened uncontrollably, it felt as if a tsunami was sweeping through her mind, leaving nothing behind. For several seconds her mind went blank, then she asked, in disbelief: "What did you say?"
The woman smiled sweetly at her expression, planted a kiss on Trenton's face: "I said I'm Treton's fiancée. Isn't that surprising?" Her eyes shimmered, she watched the shocked expression on Norris Moore's face, her smile teasingly playful, her blue eyes shone with mischief, "Or has Treton never told you that he has a charmingly beautiful fiancée?"
"…"
Norris finally caught her breath.
She looked at Trenton.
He sat there, gazing at her indifferently, not uttering a word, unmoving.
