Valentine Teller's heartbeat suddenly accelerated.
Becoming his wife felt unreal, more illusory than a daytime dream.
"At the latest, next week," Mark Reed thought it best to make decisions immediately; he couldn't wait any longer.
"Can't you let me think about it a little more, and respect my thoughts, can you?"
She was really fed up with him; did he think his words were decrees? He was like a whirlwind, giving no time for respite.
"What's there to consider? Surely you weren't thinking of marrying someone else after sleeping with me last night?" He frowned and said, "No way, not even a window."
Valentine looked at him helplessly; she thought he had changed, but perhaps only superficially. At heart, he was still a conceited man!
She was too lazy to argue with him, wasting words.
