She was in her nightgown, without even shoes on her feet, looking completely disheveled.
Trenton Smith was looking at her too, but he didn't speak.
After a long while, Norris Moore finally lowered her head and gave a soft laugh, "Trenton Smith, do you really have to take revenge on me this way?"
"Does it hurt?" he asked in an indifferent tone, "Isn't this what you wanted?"
"..."
"Want to leave now?" He raised his hand to pinch her chin, slightly lifting her face so she had to look at him, "Didn't you say you'd always be with me? Can't you endure even this much pain?"
"..."
"We have a lifetime ahead, plenty of time for you to slowly regret."
His tone was light and mocking, cool without any warmth.
He could see everything more clearly than anyone else.
And he was more ruthless than anyone else.
Things that Norris Moore herself hadn't understood, he had already seen through.
She stood there, listening to Trenton Smith's words, stunned for a good long while.
