She was just temporarily investing her feelings in him, planning to take them back soon.
Valentine Teller was so stubborn, unpredictable, and always so willful, leaving Mark Reed feeling helpless.
He patted her shoulder, "Come on, let's sleep."
"Yeah, let's sleep."
She stood up, went into the guest room first, and then carried a quilt to his room.
His bed was very wide, even with two people it wasn't cramped. Valentine Teller pushed his quilt to one side, occupying the other side for herself.
She didn't look at Mark Reed, kicked off her slippers, climbed onto the bed, and covered her head with the quilt.
Valentine felt the bed beside her sink in, and then with a "click," Mark turned off the lights, plunging the room into darkness.
Mark glanced at Valentine, who was wrapped up like a cocoon, and lay down next to her, making sure he was covered properly.
He suddenly felt no longer empty.
For years, a sense of emptiness had loomed over his heart.
