"What time is it?" Valentine Teller leaned against the headboard, instinctively wanting to keep a certain distance to look at him better. Being too close, she couldn't see clearly.
"One forty-five."
Mark Reed placed the bag he was holding on the floor and began loosening his tie and unbuttoning his shirt. Looking at the languid Valentine, he couldn't wait to hold her in his arms.
Not seeing her for a moment made him miss her terribly.
But now that he saw her, the heart that had been hovering around her finally returned to his body.
Watching him undress, Valentine's heart suddenly started racing, and she instinctively shrank back, tightly against the headboard.
Saying she didn't want to be with him would be deceiving herself. Regardless of whether he loved her or not, her love for him hadn't changed.
She never hoped her hopeless love could bear fruitful results, even seeing him from afar was happiness.
