"Just focus on the hot pot," Sophia Phoenix whispered. "Don't keep staring, okay?"
Sophia Phoenix pressed her lips together and looked away, her appetite gone.
Even though Sophia Phoenix had said nothing, the way Trenton Smith and Norris Moore interacted and naturally sat together made it clear their relationship was deep.
He might have blundered into a mess.
He felt somewhat uneasy about it.
He even faintly felt like he was the one who had delivered Norris Moore right into Trenton Smith's arms.
This illusion only added to his gloom.
Trenton Smith didn't like eating from a communal pot with a group of people; he was usually a bit of a germaphobe.
Especially today, he had no appetite at all.
As he blanched meat for Norris, his hand shook so much that he could barely hold the chopsticks.
When handing her the food, a chopstick fell from his grip.
Norris Moore paused, then smiled, bent down to pick it up, and gave him a new one.
