The man's handsome and mature features now carried an added hint of aloofness that kept people at bay, making his refined and graceful countenance all the more inaccessible.
He wasn't like this before.
No matter how lofty he was, there used to be a hint of approachability, but now sitting there, he seemed... quite intimidating.
Norris Moore was a bit scared by his current aura and hesitated to approach him. She stepped back and thought to herself that she might as well forget it. After three years of no contact, why should she, a "dead person," show up and make waves?
Besides, Trenton Smith probably didn't want to see her anyway.
She still remembered his cold demeanor that day at the church.
Norris Moore gave him a glance, then took a step back. As she was about to leave, that man who had been sitting quietly suddenly raised his hand and grabbed her wrist. His palm was very cold; despite the hot weather, his body temperature was frighteningly low.
