Mark Reed walked out of the bathroom wearing a bathrobe after his shower, catching the strong scent of ginger soup.
The bowl on the bedside table caught his attention.
He walked over, picked up the bowl, and warmth spread through his body from his fingertips.
Even before drinking it, he felt warm all over.
He opened the door and walked out, but Valentine Teller was nowhere to be seen in the living room; the master bedroom door upstairs was slightly ajar, with the faint glow of a light seeping through.
Though a storm raged outside, Valentine felt at ease, for Mark's presence filled the loneliness deep within her heart.
The next morning, Valentine got up early to prepare breakfast, giving the maid a day off and personally cooking tomato and egg noodles.
Due to the jet lag, Mark hadn't slept well that night, restlessly tossing and turning.
Lying in bed watching the news for a long while, he finally got up when the aroma of fried eggs reached him.
