Even at this moment, he still had the mood to talk about such things.
Valentine Teller was both shy and annoyed, her pretty little face flushed red.
Meeting Mark Reed's gaze, she saw deep affection in his eyes.
She hadn't drunk any wine that evening, but her heart was intoxicated, she even forgot her situation, just wanting to be lost in it, to have a passionate love affair with him.
But... reason quickly returned to her mind.
She couldn't!
She couldn't love him. He didn't belong to her. She had already sold herself, there was no way back. Someone of his status could never be with someone like her.
Even if there were feelings, they could only be buried in the heart, not to touch, not to unearth, letting them slowly die away, and entirely hidden with the dust of memory.
"I don't... like you..." she mumbled, shaking her head, giving him a denial.
"I want you to tell the truth!"
Mark Reed roared, startling Valentine Teller so much she trembled.
