If I had known earlier, I would have given him the remote. Now I wouldn't be trapped under him with no way to fight back.
"I don't want anything."
Mark Reed raised his eyebrows, capturing all of Valentine Teller's panic in his gaze. Besides panic, he saw other emotions.
This troublesome girl, always saying she dislikes him, yet secretly thinking about him.
"You... let go of me, or else... I... I'll... call for help."
Valentine stuttered involuntarily, even her threats failed to achieve the desired impact.
He wasn't afraid of her yelling for help; if she's not afraid of embarrassment, he's even less worried.
In the eyes of the doctors and nurses, she's his girlfriend.
"Go ahead, call for help. Not afraid of disturbing the neighbors?"
Mark lowered his head slightly, inhaling the scent on top of her head. It was pleasant, albeit faint. It was his favorite scent, natural and pure.
