Maybe she really is a special case; only with her does he act this way.
"No matter what kind of life you want, I can give it to you."
Compared to Turstin Muller, he could give her more, better, and more perfect.
"Really?" His status and position determined that her life could not be simple and peaceful. She braced herself for a fight. From the moment her body betrayed her mind, she accepted it.
A tangled fate; she was destined to be devoured by him, leaving not even a bone.
"Of course, go to sleep now; we have work tomorrow."
He was very tired, but Valentine Teller wasn't tired at all. Instead, she was getting more energetic, staring at the wall wide-eyed, unable to fall asleep.
She thought she wouldn't be able to sleep, but she slept soundly until morning. If Mark Reed hadn't called her, hadn't planted a wet kiss on her forehead, she would have continued her sweet dreams.
