Valentine Teller gave Mark Reed a helpless glance. Why did he follow her if he wasn't doing anything?
It was all trouble caused by that phone call she made to him.
Maybe that call was what reminded him of her, and finding nothing better to do, he decided to bother her. She really shot herself in the foot, regretting it so much.
"When are you leaving?" Surely he wouldn't follow her all night?
She wanted to study but couldn't focus. If she messed up tomorrow's exam, it would be his fault—all because of him.
"I don't know."
His answers always rendered her speechless. Drawing back the pen from his hand, she thought for a while and wrote: "Hurry up and leave, you're not welcome here. Seeing you ruins my mood."
"Why?"
Why?
He actually had the nerve to ask why?
Didn't he know that his actions had deeply hurt her?
There were forced kisses, groping—he even touched her there...
