Looking at the beautiful Valentine Teller, Turstin Muller's heart harbored a bit of selfishness; he didn't want to share her beauty with others.
As long as he was the only one who could see it, wanting to monopolize her beauty.
With this in mind, he took the glasses out of his pocket and placed them on Valentine's nose and ears.
He took a look, smiled with satisfaction, then took them off and put them back in his pocket: "In the future, when you're with me, don't wear glasses; you can wear them at other times."
"Why?"
Valentine looked at him, puzzled.
Feeling strange, she had her glasses taken off and put on again, then taken off once more, not quite understanding it!
"You're beautiful, you see, just for me to admire alone; others have no right to see."
Turstin shyly smiled, his face a bit warm, though it wasn't very noticeable as the night had fallen.
"Oh!"
