The door was ajar, and Valentine Teller didn't know whether to enter or retreat.
She heard voices inside and saw Mark Reed standing by the window, talking on the phone through the crack. His tender and indulgent voice reached her ears.
"If you're not feeling well, go to bed early, you'll feel better in the morning… Ask the maid to make you some hangover soup… Be good, don't be capricious, I'm about to sleep, I'll call you tomorrow… Alright, we'll have dinner together tonight… Japanese food that you like… You go ahead and order, I'll come straight after work… Okay, I got it… Don't drink anymore… Be good, go to sleep! I'm tired too today… Um… Tomorrow's meeting is important… Yes… Goodnight…"
Outside the door, Valentine's heart ached with every beat as she heard Mark's gentle voice.
He sure treats his fiancée well.
After hanging up, Mark shook his head helplessly. His dear sister, still going out drinking on the brink of marriage, she really has no sense.
