He had become more outstanding, more mature, and more like a leader of a conglomerate.
He was meant to stand at this height all along.
He was always supposed to be here, basking in the attention of the masses.
The Trenton Smith who fought in underground boxing matches in Mexico just to get by, living a life of constant uncertainty, worse than death, never suited him.
She felt a calm sense of contentment within her, as if those lingering painful wounds could all be healed by this bit of satisfaction. Although she had lost him, she had also helped him flourish. To love someone is to hope they have a better life.
Norris Moore looked at him and smiled lightly, feeling a sincere joy.
Trenton Smith slowly finished his dinner and turned his head to see Norris Moore holding her chin and smiling at him. He elegantly wiped his lips with a napkin and calmly asked, "What are you looking at?"
