"So soon you want to go back?"
Turstin Muller's brows furrowed.
Valentine Teller's expression was tense, increasingly peculiar.
She seemed to be avoiding something.
What was she avoiding?
Turstin Muller immediately recalled Valentine Teller's indifferent demeanor when she met Mark Reed, so deliberate.
Could she be avoiding Mark Reed?
Thinking of this, Turstin Muller had complex feelings.
A bit happy, yet a bit worried.
Valentine Teller nodded: "I'm unfamiliar with this place, and once I leave the hotel, I don't know where to go, it's quite uncomfortable, going home is better."
"Alright, I'll have someone send you home tomorrow."
"Thank you."
Valentine Teller also knew she was making a fuss, but Turstin Muller didn't show the slightest impatience.
No matter what she asked, he would happily agree.
Truly a faultless good man.
After dinner, Valentine Teller and Turstin Muller took a walk by the river and then returned to the hotel.
