"Ah... ah..."
A heart-wrenching scream erupted from Mark Reed's mouth.
He couldn't stop himself; his shattered emotions were out of control.
Perhaps venting would help, but all he could do was smash, kick, and stomp, and with each movement, Valentine Teller's body trembled.
The loud noises shook her already battered heart.
"Mark, stop smashing, stop..."
Her voice broke in the air before even reaching his ears.
"Thump thump..."
She stared blankly at him, unable to make a sound, as he was consumed by anger and couldn't hear her voice.
She looked at him for a long time, then walked to the bedroom, with each step she took, the blood flowed more furiously.
Sitting on the sofa in the bedroom, she could still hear the sounds coming from the guest room.
She didn't regret doing this, she really didn't regret it...
His anger was expected, only the intensity was beyond her expectations.
"Mark, I'm sorry, baby, I'm sorry..."
