He only knew that he liked watching her, listening to her talk, eating the food she made, and if he could hold her while sleeping, that would be even better.
He had never thought about this carefully, and even if he did, he couldn't come up with an answer. He didn't know how much he really liked her.
His mind was filled with her; was this level of feeling deep enough?
Mark Reed frowned, still pondering.
After waiting for a long time without an answer from Mark Reed, Valentine Teller felt a chill in her heart. She curled her lips into a faint smile, "Forget it if you can't say it, just pretend I didn't ask."
"I said I would take care of you for a lifetime, what more do you want?"
Mark Reed mistakenly believed that Valentine Teller was dissatisfied with following him without a status, even her smile seemed particularly sarcastic in his eyes.
He was a bit displeased, withdrew his hand from holding her chin, leaned back on the sofa, and his face darkened further.
