He appeared very indifferent and calm.
Norris Moore hid under the blankets, crying until her eye mask was soaked with tears.
After realizing that the man was not Trenton Smith, a wave of fear and shame hit her; she remembered what she had done to him these past few days, and how she had deliberately tried to seduce him tonight. If her provocations had actually led him to take her, it would have been her own fault.
Norris Moore cried so hard she fell apart.
The man sat on the sofa lazily, propping his face with his hand, smoking indifferently, not caring at all about what he had just done to her.
Norris Moore hid under the blanket and cried for a while until gradually, the sound subsided; she probably cried herself to exhaustion and fell asleep.
He stubbed out his cigarette on the armrest of the sofa, propped his face in his hand, and closed his eyes as well.
He didn't go back to the bed to sleep that night.
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