That appearance was almost devoid of any emotion.
Norris Moore nestled fearfully in Trenton Smith's arms, softly calling, "Trenton..."
Could it be that Steven Balance's people had discovered them?
She regretted dragging Trenton Smith along for so long that night.
Trenton Smith gently patted her shoulder, "Don't worry. It's an old friend."
An old friend?
Norris Moore looked at him blankly, then heard someone approach Trenton Smith and say, "Mr. Smith, our young master invites you to join him at the restaurant."
Trenton Smith nodded slightly, then looked down at Norris Moore and said, "You go back upstairs first, okay?"
Norris Moore pressed her lips together, holding tightly onto his arm, "No. I'll go with you."
Trenton Smith seemed somewhat helpless, sighed softly, and tightened the coat draped over her shoulders slightly, "It might be boring."
Boring is nothing to fear.
What she feared was that he might not come back.
