“Mr.
Smith, President Smith…” The rich second generation recognized Trenton Smith, his face turning pale, “There’s nothing going on!
And, it was her who seduced me first!” He raised his finger pointing at Norris Moore, speaking through gritted teeth.
“When she seduced me, she didn’t say she was your woman!
If I knew she was President Smith’s woman, I wouldn’t dare touch a single finger of her!”
“Oh dear,” Norris leaned against Trenton’s chest, tilted her head to look at him, her face sweet with a smile, “How could I be attracted to him when you’re so handsome, my love?”
The rich second generation’s face turned from pale to green in an instant.
Compared to Trenton, his slightly handsome face was dimmed.
Speaking of this matter, it was indeed him who was attracted to Norris first.
But in the end, it was the two of them who conspired together.
Norris’s every move just now was undeniably seductive!
Trenton looked at the smile on her face, playfully raising the corner of his lips.
Then he glanced at the man sitting on the sofa and said casually, “Mr.
Simmons, my Norris says she hasn’t seduced you.”
The rich second generation cursed angrily, “You shameless woman, Norris Moore!
Clearly, it was you…”
Norris leaned against him, her voice aggrieved, “My love, he’s cursing me.”
Her appearance now resembled a foxy lady who courted trouble and flirted around.
“Mr.
Simmons, do you want to die, cursing my woman like that?” Trenton asked softly, his voice filled with murderous intent.
The rich second generation’s face turned greenish-white, glaring at Norris, as if wanting to skin her alive.
Norris couldn’t help but find it amusing.
It was him who wanted to sleep with her, him who wanted to take her as a mistress, yet now he looked as if he had genuinely been wronged by her.
“My love, this place is so boring.” She fanned her face with her hand, her expression clearly listless, “Let’s not bother with him, let’s go out and play.”
Trenton lowered his eyes, staring at her.
He then nodded his head and led her out of the private room, holding her hand.
The moment the door closed, Norris heard the sounds of an uproar inside, like a bomb had gone off.
The show they had just performed would probably become the gossip of her high school classmates for the next six months.
Norris thought about it and looked up at the man beside her.
Under the brilliant corridor lights, his face became even more refined.
She curved her lips into a light smile, “Mr.
Smith, the drama you just performed means that I won’t be able to hold my head high among my friends anymore.”
Trenton gave her a light glance, “Oh?”
“They will think that Norris is an unscrupulous woman who seduces men.”
Trenton said indifferently, “Aren’t you?”
Norris tucked a stray hair behind her cheek and laughed softly, “How could Mr.
Smith think of Norris as that kind of person?
Loyal women like Norris are rare in this world.”
Trenton thought about her seductive voice when he entered the room and the corner of his mouth formed a faintly sarcastic curve.
If he hadn’t arrived at the right time, Norris would have already conspired with that rich second-generation man.
He leaned against the wall, taking out a cigarette from his pocket.
A flash of firelight passed, and he lowered his head to slowly inhale.
“Norris Moore, I don’t mind who you’ve been with.”
A wisp of smoke wafted from between his lips, enveloping his nose and brows.
“But before I want you, you better be careful.”
He slowly turned his head, looking at the Norris who stood not far away, laughing softly, the chill evident in his tone, “I don’t want to catch some strange disease, understand?
Hmm?”
Norris smiled gently.
He didn’t mind her being with other men.
But the reason she’d remained chaste was only because she wanted to be with him.
Norris nodded her head, “I understand, Mr.
Smith.”
Just that, inexplicably, her heart felt a bit sad.
Perhaps the night was too cold.