The winters in the United Kingdom were already cold, and Rose sadly thought that she might freeze to death this winter.
In her heart, she wiped away a tear of bitterness for herself.
"Mr. Smith, I'll make you a cup of coffee."
Trenton Smith let out a sound of acknowledgment, his tone and expression seemed somewhat indifferent.
Rose looked at his face and sighed with infinite sadness once again.
Fortunately, his face was still pleasant to look at.
She could appreciate his beauty to keep herself warm.
*
Trenton put down the pen in his hand and then leaned back somewhat wearily.
He raised his hand and gently rubbed his temples.
After returning, he had been suffering from headaches. The doctor said it was neuralgia and only medication could alleviate it, but there was no cure.
He felt exhausted.
He thought he could live normally.
For a while after coming back from Tung City, everything did seem normal.
