Norris Moore's face turned sour immediately, she spun around and stormed back into the room, she grabbed the cordless phone on the coffee table and dialed Trenton Smith.
"What's up?" The man's voice was a bit languid and indifferent.
"Trenton Smith, what are you up to?" She was very angry, "On what grounds don't you allow me to go out!"
"Stay at home and reflect on why I don't allow you to go out." His tone was slightly cold.
"Trenton Smith!"
"We'll talk when I get back." He was cold, "Have dinner and go upstairs to rest, don't give me trouble."
"How can someone be as unreasonable as you, you jerk!"
"Beep, beep, beep..."
Trenton Smith straight-up hung up the phone.
Norris Moore was so angry that she smashed the phone.
What a despotic tyrant!
Why did she need his permission to leave the house?!
*
Norris Moore waited in bed until the wee hours.
Trenton Smith still hadn't returned.
She drowsily lay on the bed and fell asleep.
