Mark Reed did not stop her, only allowing her slow-moving silhouette to disappear behind the door, while the remaining ice in his hand had already melted into small shards, water streaming down through his fingers.
He drew a tissue and dried the water on his hand, then walked out of the door, heading straight to the kitchen.
Valentine Teller slowly walked to the entrance of the private room, took a deep breath, and finally pushed open the door.
The candle-lit room was empty; perhaps he went to the restroom too!
Valentine Teller didn't think much, returned to her seat, and quietly waited for Turstin Muller to come back.
The heart-shaped steak in front of her was already a bit cold, still intact, as was Turstin Muller's plate, still a heart, untouched.
Before long, Turstin Muller returned, panting, though he hid his hand behind his back, some things couldn't be concealed.
Such a beautiful, large bouquet of roses had already secretly emerged.
