Mark Reed's expression was indifferent.
Forget about getting a confession from her, he couldn't be bothered to argue.
The closer they got to the seaside, the faster the concrete jungle of the city faded behind them.
On both sides of the road were high-end garden houses, and if you sniff the air, you could seem to catch the faint salty scent of seawater.
"What are you going to the seaside for?"
"Just to clear my mind. Can't I?"
When feeling down, Valentine Teller liked to sit by the sea, gazing at the vast ocean and the endless blue sky, letting all worries vanish into thin air.
Valentine was fascinated by the garden houses in the residential area, fantasizing about how wonderful it would be to have one of her own.
Even if it were very small, as long as it could shield her from the wind and rain and offer a warm shelter, she would be satisfied.
Yet, among the countless houses, not one belonged to her. She was just a wandering lonely soul in this world, with no one to rely on.
