His tone rarely had such emotional fluctuations.
This man was gentle and elegant, with a deeply hidden temperament.
Many times, Norris Moore felt that she could not see through Trenton Smith's thoughts.
But at this moment, she indeed heard the sadness in Trenton's tone.
This made it more unbearable for her.
She tried to break free from Trenton's fingers, but she was still tightly held in his palm, struggling in his arms almost powerless.
The man pressed her against his chest, her forehead against his heart, listening to the sound of his heart pounding.
Her eyes felt a little sore and swollen.
She couldn't continue to indulge like this anymore.
Repeating past mistakes would bring no benefit.
It might even make her more miserable.
"Trenton Smith, please let me go."
His big palm held the back of her head, pressing her face to his heart: "I have you in my heart, can't you feel it?"
"Please let me go."
