Mark Reed glanced coldly at Eliana Arcane, and Eliana hurriedly used her hand to help him wipe it off.
"Mark... I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."
Under Mark Reed's glare, Eliana bit her lip in grievance.
To please him, she was willing to do anything, even risk becoming an old housewife by cooking soup for him, but he was ungrateful.
He was so heartless, her feelings were like water thrown away, impossible to retrieve. She was resolute about him, unable to let go.
"Eliana, what exactly do you want?"
Mark Reed was growing impatient.
"Mark, I just want... want you to like me..."
Eliana leaned forward, closing in on Mark Reed, gazing deeply into his eyes, her eyes full of resentment.
"Impossible."
Mark Reed coldly refused. He didn't want to cause himself any trouble; since he had broken it off, it had to be thorough. Wavering would only entangle him further.
No matter how he rejected her, she turned a deaf ear.
