"Mr. Reed, you returned from your business trip so quickly?"
Valentine Teller's voice came through the door.
Her voice held a note of resistance.
This made Mark Reed feel stifled, and he replied in a restrained voice, "Yes, I'm back. Open the door for me."
Knowing he couldn't see, Valentine Teller still shook her head vigorously, "Mr. Reed, just go back, I really don't want to see you again."
"But I want to see you."
He's always so domineering, never caring about her feelings. What he wants to do, no one can stop him. Especially not her, who is so firmly under his thumb, even powerless to resist.
"Mr. Reed, is it your desire to drive me to the edge before you're satisfied? If it is, just say so, and I'll jump from upstairs right now."
Leaning against the door, Valentine Teller felt particularly heavy-hearted.
Staying by his side meant never seeing hope.
A future lacking hope is terrifying and painful. She wants to be happy and joyful, not spend her life in agony.
