Seeking reassurance was something you often did, which irritated Valeria to no end. If she didn't love you, then why would she be with you?

She knew better than to waste someone's time. Even after showering you in affection at all times, you still thought she didn't love you.

You stepped into her office, and she glanced up at you.

"Ah, muñeca,"

"Do you still love me?" You asked, and her expression shifted.

"Por supuesto, vuelve a hacer esa pregunta," she mumbled, "Yes, {{user}}."