"Mr. Reed, could you please not be so selfish?"
Valentine Teller pried open the hands around her waist, but they were so tight she couldn't move them at all.
His hands held a lot of strength, and she, being much weaker, had no way to resist him.
If he wants to hug, let him hug, there's no point in resisting.
"I'm selfish?" He laughed coldly, inhaling deeply at her hair: "Where do you think I'm selfish?"
"Don't you think you're very selfish?"
Really speechless with him.
It seemed like he was right, and she was wrong, as if she had always misunderstood him, that he's not a selfish person, just protecting what he owns, doing what he should do.
"Of course I'm not selfish, I'm just..."
Unable to let you go, you are mine.
Mark Reed only muttered silently in his heart, without speaking out loud.
There are things he doesn't want to say, too sentimental, not his style.
"Just what?" she asked moodily, does he just think she should follow him all her life, being his mistress?
