"No need."
His tone was very cold.
With one hand in his pocket, he turned and walked towards the outside of the club.
Aimee was slightly taken aback.
That kind of rejection and distance from high school suddenly returned to Trenton Smith.
In an instant, this man seemed to have pushed her away. The warmth and friendliness of the past few days had disappeared without a trace. She looked at Trenton walking away, feeling a bit confused and at a loss.
She had a hunch... he wouldn't go out for drinks with her again.
*
Norris retrieved her key from under the flower bed and entered her villa.
It seemed like someone had been cleaning as the room was spotless. Perhaps it was because she had lived here for a long time, but despite being away for so long, the room still felt very lived in with a bag of leftover fast food still sitting on the living room table.
It was probably left behind by the cleaner. Norris walked over and threw the bag of fast food into the trash.
