Norris Moore looked up at this bedroom, filled with Trenton Smith's minimalist style, and asked expressionlessly, "Don't you have a guest room for guests to sleep in?"
"Yes, we do."
"I don't want to sleep here."
"This is what Mr. Smith arranged."
"I don't want to sleep in his room."
"..." The maid looked at her silently.
Norris pursed her lips and, displeased, walked into the room.
The maid said from outside the door, "If you need anything, just call us. We'll be downstairs."
Norris waved her hand, climbed into the bed with her back to the maid, pulled the quilt over herself, and lay there fully clothed.
Watching her actions, the maid couldn't help but frown.
Trenton Smith was slightly germaphobic.
He changed his bedsheets daily.
No outsiders were allowed to enter or leave his room except to clean it.
And he couldn't stand the scent of other people on his clothes.
These were all typical quirks of wealthy people.
