Valentine Teller instinctively turned back to look at Anastasia Archard's room, followed by Turstin Muller who looked back without knowing why.
Afraid he'd notice something, Valentine quickly smiled and asked, "How come you have time to make sweet and sour pork today?"
"I was feeling a bit dizzy in the afternoon, so I wanted to do something different to adjust. I bought some pineapples last time and haven't eaten them, so I took them out. You should try it, it tastes pretty good."
Turstin Muller raised his hand and took off Valentine's glasses, smiling broadly, "You're not allowed to wear glasses when you're with me."
"I forgot to take them off."
Valentine took her glasses from Turstin's hand and put them into her bag.
Turstin held her small hand tightly, and they strolled together on the streets at night.
From a distance, a pair of eagle-like sharp eyes stared at them.
Mark Reed's hand unconsciously clenched into a fist, rage tinting his eyes as he watched their every move.
