Valentine Teller waited for a moment, and then she heard the sound of the electronic lock opening from outside.
He's back!
Before the door even opened, Valentine Teller sprang up from her chair, rushed into the kitchen, and brought out two bowls of rice.
"Smells good!"
Mark Reed stood by the table, looking at the three dishes and a soup on the table, with a faint smile on his face, and his mood was exceptionally good.
Just like this, it feels very much like home.
Valentine Teller carried the two bowls of rice and walked out of the kitchen with chopsticks, locking eyes with Mark Reed's smiling eyes.
Her heart sank, and she awkwardly lowered her head.
"Go wash your hands."
"Okay."
Mark Reed casually threw the briefcase on the sofa and went into the room, changed out of his formal wear, put on casual home clothes, and appeared once again in front of Valentine Teller, looking very relaxed.
