Mark Reed thought for a moment and provided a candid response: "Hmm, as long as you don't care about status, I can take care of you for a lifetime."
Not care about status?
Ha!
Valentine Teller laughed, a bitter and captivating laugh.
It turned out that his love for her was simply to make her his lifelong mistress, a woman who could never see the light of day.
Hiding in the dark corners, waiting for his occasional attention, living like a mouse, humble to the dust.
"Fine! Then you take care of me for a lifetime."
Perhaps this was better; she shouldn't have harbored hopes from the beginning, then there wouldn't be disappointment.
Seeing him nod, she paused and then said, "But wait for a year, after a year, I'll be yours! For a lifetime."
"Why wait for a year?"
Mark Reed frowned, not believing he had the patience to wait a year; that was a torment for him.
