She was at a loss, surrounded by strangers and an unfamiliar environment, all of which made her feel tense.
Drifting at sea for two months had accustomed her to being alone, and suddenly being back among people made her feel only fear.
Trenton Smith looked down at her as she unconsciously clutched the lapel of his coat, her shivering form like a lost deer, her eyes brimming with panic and unease.
This place had been their home for half a year.
The people here had also been the servants who had attended to her for nearly half a year.
This home had once been lively and bright because of her, and had also become gloomy and depressed due to her departure.
Now, however, all of this no longer existed for her; she felt like a stranger who had mistakenly wandered in, just wanting to leave.
"Let's go upstairs," he said softly to her.
Norris Moore looked up at him, the man's expression had returned to calm, elegantly and gently leading her upstairs.
He led her to a bedroom.
