"Trenton Smith." Norris's voice trembled slightly in the darkness, "What do you want to do?"
The cold door, the cold man's body, the little heat in her body seemed to be absorbed by these two things.
Her body couldn't help but shiver.
The heavy curtains blocked all the light from outside the window, and only a faint light leaked through the door gap, so at this moment, Norris could barely see her hand in front of her face.
It was stifling here, making her very uncomfortable, extremely uncomfortable.
She reached back to turn the doorknob, but the man quickly discovered her. His cold fingers wrapped around hers,
clasping her trembling fingers entirely in his palm.
"Trenton Smith..." Norris sensed a hint of danger in the silent darkness. The man's palm encircled her waist, just like before, domineering and unreasonable, causing her body to tense up with slight pain.
She hated this man. He was utterly infuriating.
The air was silent, but she felt Trenton's affection.
