In one's life, it's impossible to live solely on love. Perhaps stepping out of the shadow cast by Mark Reed, she would see a different sky, just as clear and bright.
Unknowingly, it was already noon, and colleagues began leaving their desks, heading out for lunch.
Valentine Teller packed up her paintbrushes, only then remembering Mark Reed had invited her to lunch. She must face him with a calm heart, even if his actions were so heartbreaking, she would still hide her scars deep inside.
She fixed her gaze on the time on her phone; it was just a few minutes past twelve when the phone rang.
Seeing the flashing name on the screen, Valentine Teller's heart twinged.
For a moment, it was as if she couldn't breathe.
"I'm at the door, come out quickly." From the sound of his voice, he seemed very happy.
"Okay, I'll be right down." Valentine replied in a cheerful tone as well, putting on a show. Pretending was something she could do.
Concealing true emotions wasn't hard.
