"Nonsense. If it's not real, is it boiled?"
Mark Reed抢先回答,低头,一根手指头就封住了Valentine Teller的嘴,警告道:"不许再和他说话,不管他说什么,都不许回答."
His word was imperial decree. Valentine could only nod, not open her mouth; her throat made a soft sound in reply: "Mm."
"What were you doing at the restaurant that day?" Turstin Muller asked again.
"Did you seriously think I was stalking you? Tch! I've got shares in that restaurant too. I was just there to eat, happened to run into you two, found out you were proposing, and even personally made you both an egg noodle dish. Shouldn't you be thanking me?"
Only with his lover in his arms could he sound so casual and breezy.
Only he himself knew how angry he'd been at the time—especially after Valentine accepted Turstin's proposal—he'd almost rushed in there to drag her away.
Thinking of that bowl of egg noodles, Turstin's heart gave a jolt; then he chuckled and said, "Didn't expect to get to eat Harley Moger's personally made egg noodles. What an honor."
