Mark Reed's eyes turned red with urgency, and he rushed over, grabbing Valentine's hand and trying to pull off the ring: "Take it off, I won't allow you to marry him."
Valentine's small hand was clenched into a tight fist.
Even if he twisted her hand painfully, she wouldn't let him take the ring off.
"I won't take it off, can you not do this? I'm not your possession and I can't be with you. Why won't you let me make my own choice, let me marry him and live the life I want."
"Is he really that great?"
No matter what life she wanted, he could give it to her.
He could do it.
He could definitely do better than that man.
He pried her fingers open again and again, and again and again she clenched them tight, frowning in pain but still refusing to loosen her grip.
He was really enraged, because for that detestable man, she repeatedly trampled on his feelings. Was he really not as good as that man?
"Yes, he is very good, better than you."
