Her gaze swept over the marks on Aria Lulu's neck, prompting the latter to subconsciously cover her neckline and hide the revealing amorous red marks underneath.
"What... What are you looking at?!" Aria Lulu snapped at Norris Moore, a nervous and vulnerable edge coloring her voice. Although there shouldn't be any scent left on her, she still felt a guilty nervousness—of all people to sleep with, it had to be Trenton Smith's brother, a relationship that made it difficult for her to raise her head.
Norris didn't say anything, just lifted the cup in her hand and then walked past her, heading downstairs.
Aria Lulu tilted her head and stared at her retreating figure, puzzling over it for quite some time.
Weird, where had she seen that face before? It seemed so familiar.
*
Norris went to the fridge, poured a glass of iced water, and then sat down on the sofa with it.
It was almost dawn, and Aria Lulu had only just returned.
