She lifted her head and saw Trenton Smith standing in the hall.
He was dressed in a white shirt, the top three buttons undone, revealing a pale and delicate collarbone. The buttons on his cuffs were also undone, the sleeves rolled up slightly, giving him a casual appearance.
However, his brows were knitted, giving her an assessing look that carried a hint of impatience.
Nonetheless, he still looked irresistibly handsome.
Norris Moore hadn't seen him for a long time, she could only glimpse him in her dreams, and upon seeing him in person, she couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement and ran up to him, throwing herself into his arms and holding him tight.
Trenton's body stiffened, but he made no move, the butler glanced at Norris Moore, who was burying her face in Trenton's embrace, then asked Trenton, "Young Master, should I put Miss Moore's clothes in your bedroom?"
Trenton didn't respond, only turning his head to give him a cold look.
