Trenton Smith furrowed his brows and took the pill bottle from Norris Moore's hand. Glancing at the directions, he poured out a pill and placed it in her hand.
Norris pinched the pill and looked at the man's gloomy face. She laughed involuntarily, and then, as if helplessly, turned around and took the pill.
Trenton embraced her, looking at her delicate and fair cheeks. Her eyes drooped, and in his arms, she seemed obedient and well-behaved.
"How long have you had insomnia?"
"Several years now. But it's not severe, just intermittent." She didn't say much more, turning to smile at him. "It's getting late. Let's sleep."
Trenton looked at her for a moment, then asked, "Haven't you seen a doctor?"
"I have, and I'm undergoing treatment." She escaped his embrace and walked towards the bed. Lifting the covers, she lay down. "I have been on my own for five years; it's unlikely that I'll have problems now. You don't need to worry too much."
