Valentine Teller kept repeating to herself, "Just leave, just leave, I don't want to see you anymore, just leave!"
Valentine's disregard ignited the fury within Mark Reed.
He roared, "Get in the car!"
Full of intensity.
Valentine shuddered, took a deep breath, and continued walking forward, her steps even larger.
This damn woman!
Slamming on the brakes, Mark Reed opened the door and got out.
Not caring whether the rain would drench him completely.
The fire in his chest had already extinguished his rationality.
He didn't know what he was doing; his impulsive actions were not involving his brain at all.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
Suddenly, her arm was grabbed, and it was held so tightly.
It hurt!
Valentine turned her head and saw Mark Reed with a sullen face, eyes burning with flames, seeming to scorch her with its intensity.
"Get in the car, I'll take you back," Mark said coldly and rigidly, making Valentine feel alarmed.
