Her voice and smile were nothing short of perfect.
Even someone like Sophia couldn't help but feel a protective desire towards her.
How could Trenton Smith think she was the one who hurt Norris Moore? Thinking about it, it seemed highly unlikely. Such a woman, who needed protection from others, couldn't possibly harm anyone.
Trenton Smith looked down at Sherry White, his eyes deep, his face expressionless. After a moment, he slightly stepped aside.
Sherry White nodded politely at him and then stood up and entered the room.
William walked in carrying nourishing supplies, placed them on the coffee table, and then glanced back at the man leaning against the door.
The man leaned against the wall by the door, lighting a cigarette with his lighter. His face was calm and indifferent, the faint smoke blurring before him like a delicate black-and-white oil painting.
