A man and a woman came out of the building in front, the man's hand placed on the woman's shoulder, the woman nestled closely in his embrace.
Damned couple!
Mark Reed gritted his teeth and glared at them with hatred.
The cigarette in his hand burned unconsciously until it scorched his hand. He came back to his senses and threw it away.
He stepped on the accelerator and roared off, brushing past the man not far ahead, kicking up a gust of wind that tousled hair.
Watching the arrogant sports car, Valentine Teller felt a dull pain in her chest. It was Mark Reed's car, she recognized it.
Was he waiting outside or just passing by in his car?
Don't think about it, let him be.
She calmed her mind, instinctively leaning closer into Turstin Muller's embrace.
Last night, he stayed with her all night; she slept fitfully, and he almost didn't close his eyes. Only when the fever subsided in the morning did she drowsily drift into sleep.
