With a light sigh, Norris Moore walked over, pulled down the curtains, and turned to leave the room.
At the door, Trenton Smith leaned against the wall with a slight frown. Seeing her come out, he asked, "Is she awake?"
"Yes." Norris went over, extended her arms to wrap around the man's waist, and buried her face in his chest, "Trenton, I'm a bit tired."
The man lowered his gaze to look at her, then reached out to gently pat her shoulder, murmuring softly, "Still daring to act spoiled with me."
Nonetheless, he tenderly picked her up horizontally, carrying her downstairs.
Norris was placed into the car by him, draped in his coat, which he'd taken off. Seeing him turn the car around, she struggled to wake up and told him, "Not home. To Fruity's school."
The man tilted his head to look at her utterly exhausted appearance, his long, narrow eyes dim, and said in a deep voice, "Going home. I'll pick up Fruity."
