Abigail Moore was all dressed up, stepping out of the bedroom in her high heels.
Her fifteen-centimeter high heels got caught in the door gap by accident, twisting her ankle slightly as her body involuntarily leaned forward.
A hand reached out to her, timely grasping her arm. Abigail instinctively clutched onto the person's clothes, and after steadying herself, she looked up to see the face of the one who had supported her.
Upon seeing his face, Abigail's expression fluctuated. The man gave her a cold glance before quickly retracting his hand, eyes falling on where she was grasping his coat. His tone was cool as he said, "Let go."
Abigail stared at his face, lost in thought, and only when his brows suggested impatience did she slowly release her grip.
Norris Moore came over from the stairwell and called out, "Treton, did you change the diaper yet?"
Abigail watched as the man's somewhat noble and cold face softened slightly. His gaze left her and he moved forward.
