Just right, very appropriate.
She wasn't here to work, no need to use work as a cover, she headed directly to his office.
Valentine Teller stood outside the door, still politely knocked.
"Come in."
Upon hearing that familiar voice, Valentine's heart soared.
Even through the door, she seemed to already see that face she thought of day and night, impatiently pushed open the door, and saw him buried in signing documents.
A thick stack of files covered half of him, showing only half of his face.
Even that half-face was extraordinarily handsome, with sharp eyebrows, starry eyes, and a high nose bridge, deeply etched in her heart, impossible to erase.
"Mark..."
Valentine timidly walked up.
She softly called him, hoping to get his forgiveness as soon as possible. Days without him were really hard to get through, when living became enduring, it was so uninteresting, and the bitterness only she knew.
