Chapter 42: Chapter 42: Just Keep Hating Me Like This

A man of captivating beauty.

Regardless of how cruel and dark-hearted this man was, his face was undeniably one in a million.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have fallen for him in the first place.

Norris glanced at him and turned to walk towards the dining room.

The dining table was already set, with steaming hot dishes, full of color and aroma.

As Norris was climbing the steps, she stumbled slightly. A hand reached out from behind her and helped to steady her.

She turned her head, saw the man's elegant gaze, and said with a hint of grievance in her voice, "My waist hurts."

Trenton Smith glanced at her, withdrew his hand, and ordered a servant standing nearby, "Bring a cushion."

"If Mr. Smith could be a bit gentler in the future, Norris would be even more touched," she said with a faint smile.

Trenton shot her a sidelong glance and then turned into the dining room.

Norris leaned on the cushion, nibbling on her chopsticks while eating her meal half-heartedly.