It's not his fault.
It's just... not a good fit.
Trenton Smith didn't speak.
He sat there quietly, looking ahead with a calm and cold indifference.
It seemed as if he didn't care to discuss it with her any further.
Norris Moore closed her eyes and didn't say anything.
The car moved slowly, heading off into the distance.
Ultimately, they didn't talk to each other again.
That night, Trenton slept in the guest room.
In the following days, though he returned to sleep together, there was no more communication between the two. His expression was cold and indifferent towards her, his eyes holding a coldness similar to jade. He remained gentle and considerate, but Norris knew he was still angry.
He couldn't tolerate her willfulness anymore, having compromised with Sherry White, it seemed he didn't want to compromise with the junior sister anymore.
He wanted her to be the first to give in.
...
Norris took a nap, put on makeup, and went downstairs with a bag.
