"No need..."
Valentine Teller was about to refuse, but when she met Mark Reed's cold gaze, the words were swallowed back.
She could never refuse him.
His words were like an imperial decree.
She silently took the loungewear and went into the bathroom with her head down.
Her clothes and pants were soaked, clinging tightly to her body and hard to take off.
After much struggle, she finally got them off.
Her underwear was also wet. She wrung them dry and put them back on.
Just like four years ago, she and Mark Reed were wearing the same style of pajamas, sitting at the table watching him eat noodles.
He seemed really, really hungry, taking big bites as if eating not just egg noodles, but a gourmet feast, or maybe even something better than gourmet.
Having grown used to those delicacies, he actually preferred the simple egg noodles.
The expression on his face was gentle, even smiling, which made it comforting to watch.
