Valentine Teller wanted to cry but had no tears.
Why did he have to do this? Her good impression of him vanished in an instant; he just wanted her body and didn't truly like her.
Valentine forced herself to calm down, her hands always protecting her belly, shielding her child.
She looked at the impulsive Mark Reed, a faint pain in her heart.
"You want me?"
When she spoke, she only then realized how hoarse her voice was.
The heat in her body had already taken away the moisture in her throat, leaving it so dry it was about to smoke.
And the yelling just now made her throat ache terribly.
Mark Reed lifted his head, staring fixedly at her, his face blushing. Clearly, he had already moved emotionally, but he was still pretending to be calm. This contradictory expression made him more interested.
"Can't you see I want you?"
His smile was more charming than anyone else's.
With just one look, it could make one's sanity slowly get lost in it.
