"No!"
Mark Reed coldly pushed Sharry Vaux away: "I have no feelings for you. You should know what our engagement is about; I don't want to marry you."
"Mark..." Sharry Vaux was utterly disappointed.
She bit her lower lip, gracefully moved in front of Mark Reed, and looked up at him with a slightly intoxicated expression.
"No matter what, I am your fiancée, Mark... let me be your woman. I am the one most suited for you..."
"Mark, hold me..." she called him softly, issuing a passionate invitation.
Her fresh body blossomed for him alone.
"I'm not interested in you!" Mark Reed mercilessly pushed Sharry Vaux away and turned to leave.
His dashing back showed a hint of urgency, as if he couldn't wait to get out of there.
His long legs strode forward, each step firm and steady.
"Mark, don't go..." Sharry Vaux hurriedly lunged forward, only to be stopped by the door, trapped inside the room.
Mark Reed had already left.
