Mark Reed held the phone in his hand, waiting for her call.
Before the ringtone started, Mark's deep male voice already sounded in Valentine Teller's ear, while the deafening shouting suddenly stopped.
"Looking for me for something?"
There was a hint of laughter in his tone, sharply contrasting with Valentine Teller's anger.
Damn it!
She really wanted to slap him right away, to see if he could still laugh.
Damned guy, annoying, so annoying.
Feeling played, the anger in Valentine Teller's chest burned even hotter.
"Mark Reed, I don't want to see you, get lost, disappear immediately! You've got nothing better to do but I'm really busy, no time to accompany your madness."
She yelled hysterically into the phone, feeling anything but relieved; instead, her chest felt congested.
Tears had already quietly started to flow.
Why was he treating her like this, did he find it amusing?
Valentine Teller hung up right after yelling, leaving Mark Reed with a grim face holding the phone.
