"I... have a class tonight..."
Lying in front of Mark Reed, Valentine Teller felt nothing but terrified.
Afraid he would catch her lie, even more afraid he would speculate on the reason behind her deception.
All signs showed, she wasn't a good woman, she was a thoroughly bad woman.
"Can't you ask for leave?"
Mark Reed's voice was still gentle, but his expression had already turned as cold as ice.
He wouldn't trust her anymore, a woman who betrayed herself and him wasn't worthy of his cherishing, wasn't worthy of his efforts.
Even if he had already sunk into her innocent smile, everything was a pretense; she wasn't innocent, and her filth made him disgusted.
Oh Mark Reed, when did you become so foolish and naive?
"No, tonight's class... is very important."
Word by word, Valentine Teller spoke with great difficulty. She wanted to meet him, wanted to see his wound, but it was just so unfortunate.
