The white pill gradually dissolved in the warm milk, and Norris Moore felt her mood mix with a faint sense of melancholy.
Once the pill had completely dissolved into the milk, Norris Moore picked up the cup and tentatively took a sip.
She could not taste any bitterness, probably Trenton Smith wouldn't have tasted it either.
Norris Moore picked up the milk cup and stood up, pondering when to send it over to Trenton Smith.
Trenton Smith usually works in his study until 10:30, then comes back to sleep with her.
She wondered whether this was a habit he had formed in the past, or if it was specifically for her.
It was still early, just past seven, and there was plenty of time for her to hesitate and reflect.
While Norris Moore was standing there lost in thought, there was a gentle knock on the door.
"Miss Moore."
It was the maid's sweet voice.
"What is it?" Norris Moore came back to her senses and walked over to open the door.
