Trenton Smith glanced at her, then turned his head to look at Norris Moore, who was drinking soup nonstop with a spoon. He slightly frowned and took the bowl, taking a small sip from the brim.
Sherry White saw his action and smiled even more tenderly, her eyes brightening a bit, "Treton, do you like it?"
"It's all right," he said emotionlessly and handed the bowl back to her, "I don't have much of an appetite."
Sherry White seemed very pleased, setting the bowl on the side table, and spoke with a gentle tone, "Then when you feel hungry later, you can warm it up again. I've put a lot of nourishing ingredients in it. You've been looking quite pale recently, so you might want to drink more."
Her soft, gentle words weaved through the air, as if they could melt even the hardest of hearts.
Norris secretly looked up at Trenton Smith. That guy was leaning against the door, still pulling off his arrogant air, with a 'keep out' expression on his face.
