Norris Moore descended from her room just as Trenton Smith was walking in from his car.
Upon seeing him, she paused for a moment, her gaze involuntarily sweeping over him.
He looked fine, no different from usual, impeccably dressed in a crisp suit, his shirt buttoned up to the last, emanating a dignified elegance and a touch of ascetic allure.
Looking at him, there was no indication of what had transpired the previous night, which provided Norris with an inexplicable sense of comfort.
Norris felt ashamed of her feelings, which were nothing but an escape from reality, as if by not seeing the truth, it would mean that he hadn't slept with another woman. This self-deception was childish and ridiculous, but indeed a comforting balm. After all, she had no right to question his relations with other women, she was the one who let go first; even without marrying Aria Lulu, it didn't mean that Trenton belonged to her again.