This bastard, this bastard...
She bit the blanket, burying her tear-soaked face into the quilt.
In this world, there would be no man more bastard than Trenton Smith.
He knew, he clearly knew...
Norris Moore curled up ice-cold within the blanket, unable to restrain the murderous intent towards Aria Lulu, feeling terrified at the thought.
She hugged the blanket even tighter, her body trembling as she collapsed onto the bed, her mind muddled by all sorts of extreme thoughts.
After an indefinite amount of time, she heard a knocking from outside the door, her frantic heartbeat gradually calming down,
Slowly, she lifted her head to look towards the entrance.
"Norris Moore, it's me."
Trenton Smith's voice came through, emotionless from the doorstep.
She slowly wrapped herself tighter, biting her lip without a sound.
