Alex Miller didn't say anything. As she turned to leave, he reached out and grabbed her hand, "Let me walk you out."
Norris Moore looked at him and smiled helplessly, "Alex..."
"Just to the door," Alex stroked her hair, "Let me watch you go, so I can feel better."
A servant handed him an umbrella, and he led Norris to the door.
The black Bentley was still parked outside. As Norris came out, Trenton Smith opened the car door and got out.
He didn't even glance at Alex, just walked over and possessively wrapped his arm around Norris's waist, holding her close with one arm.
Norris lowered her eyes in thought before looking back at Alex, "Alex, I'm going home."
Alex nodded, "Alright."
Trenton opened the car door, and once Norris was in, he slowly raised his head to look at Alex.
His face was expressionless, his deep eyes filled with a moody, melancholy aura. Alex stood there, smiling faintly, "You still haven't changed at all."
