If one were to say that her face usually had a radiant glow, at this moment that glow had dimmed, and what he saw was only gloom and obscurity.
Mark Reed plopped down beside her, his voice gentle: "Did you come to see me?"
"No." She fiddled with the phone in her hand, uneasily shifting to the other side to put distance between them.
"Then why did you come?"
Mark Reed didn't believe it at all; she must have come to see him. Why she was sitting here and not going up was beyond him.
Since he couldn't figure it out, he stopped trying, and decided it was nice to just sit and chat with her here.
Valentine Teller casually made up an excuse: "I... have a bit of a cold, so I came to get some medicine."
"Really?" He carefully scrutinized her profile and did feel that her complexion wasn't great. Was it really just a cold?
No!
Definitely not!
His intuition told him she was lying.
