She nestled in his embrace, crying softly, her body trembling like a willow leaf and sounding pretty much pitiful and aggrieved.
He held her gently as if she was a baby, his heart aching so much at her cries.
He vowed to only let her cry when in bed and because of him. Yet some bastard managed to make her feel like this. How could his heart not ache?
"Babe, everything will be fine. I will make sure that the bastard who did this to you pay. Can you stop crying now? My heart is aching for you," he softly coaxed, promising to deal with Frank and when she heard that, her body trembled and he tightened his hold on her.
Seeing her not speaking, Valentine felt anxious as he thought hard about what to coax her with. He couldn't let her remain this way.
Thinking about how women were nearly the same, an idea came to mind.
She has been wronged and what better way to make it up to her while making her happy?
