"Baby, you want to marry me? Aren't we doing well right now?"
She knew he wouldn't agree, Mollie Willy inwardly despised this hypocritical man, always saying he loved her, but just using her for physical release.
Over the past year, after venting on her, he would pull up his pants and leave.
Because he had to go home, where his wife and kids awaited, she was just his shady mistress.
...
Walking out of the hotel lobby, Valentine Teller glared at Mark Reed and teased, "Mollie Willy noticed the marks on my neck just now, it's all your fault."
Mark Reed glanced at Valentine's neck, satisfied and smiling, "If she saw them, she saw them. Didn't she just say we're doing well? Maybe she's even jealous."
"Such thick skin." Valentine was both amused and annoyed, raising her hand to pinch Mark Reed's face, unable to stand him.
"You didn't just learn that my skin is thick now, you used to always say my skin was thick."
