He obviously heard her conversation with Rufus Swallow just now.
He was completely drenched, soaking Norris Moore as well. She slightly frowned and said coldly, "Let go of me."
"Don't you want to wash up? Or would you rather sleep covered in my stuff?"
Norris's face immediately darkened, she raised her hand to push him away. Seeing her angry, Trenton Smith finally restrained himself, carried her into the bathroom, and said softly, "Let me clean you up."
The bathtub was already full of water. Norris pressed her lips together: "I can wash myself."
Of course, Trenton wouldn't listen to her. He carried her into the tub and removed her water-soaked turtleneck, allowing the warm water to wet her long, soft hair.
Norris watched his actions, frowning, then found herself in Trenton's arms, leaning against his chest, as he washed her just like he used to.
