Norris Moore just nodded, "Thank you."
In the moonlight, her delicate features were like painted over with a mild gloom, like a beautifully crafted doll devoid of vitality.
If he knew he would fall in love with her five years later, he would never have chosen to meet her in the way they did five years ago.
In the end, he didn't even dare to say he liked her.
His gaze was deep and melancholic, he gently touched her hair and softly said, "You should rest early."
Norris nodded, just about to go into the house, when two glaring headlights shone from not far away. Norris raised her hand to shield her eyes, and noticed Trenton Smith's black Bentley stopping behind Rufus Swallow's car at the intersection nearby.
She paused, watching Trenton get out of the car. His face was gloomy, and his gaze was fixed on her and Rufus at the doorway. He looked like a husband who had caught his wife cheating, his eyes emanating a murderous intent.
