Chapter 438

I went to the kitchen to bring out the dishes. When I turned around and saw Matthew’s gloomy face

right behind me, it gave me a scare. The dish in my hands nearly slipped and fell.

Seeing that he had given me a scare, he apologized softly. "I'm sorry."

I tried to smile but the corners of my lips only twitched. "You can just wait for me at the dining table."

He nodded and walked toward the table.

I served the dishes onto the dining table and sat across from him. Then, I handed him a pair of

chopsticks. "Help yourself."

We ate in utter silence. I discreetly glanced at him from time to time and felt the pity in me grow with

every glance. I could sense that the whole incident had changed him entirely, almost into a

complete stranger from the man I knew.

Matthew stopped eating after a few bites. I understood that he did not have much of an appetite

now, so I refrained from commenting on it.

After cleaning the plates, I walked out of the kitchen and saw him looking down from the window.

My

heart lodged itself in my throat as I quickly asked," Matthew, what are you doing over there?"

He turned around to meet my eyes, a cold smile plastered across his face. "Are you afraid that I'll

think of jumping?"

"Don't!" My pupils constricted as I ran over to grab his arm. "Don't hurt yourself. Your mother

wouldn't want t o see you like this. Can you pull yourself together, please?"

He sneered. "Hm? Did you just say that she wouldn't want to see me like this?"

I could see where he was coming from. If Nancy had truly wished not to see him like this, why was

she so determined to kill herself?

I did not know how I could comfort him, so silence engulfed the room once again.

Matthew did not say anything either. Finally, I could n o longer bear the silence. I said aloud, "It’s

getting late. I should go back, and you should go to bed early too. I’ll bring you breakfast tomorrow.

If you don’t want to g o anywhere, not even work, then just stay home. Call m e if you need me."

Right now, he needed some alone time more than anything else. His wounds had to heal and he

had to ease himself into slowly letting go of the past.

After driving out of the apartment, I realized that it was already midnight.

On the way back, it started to rain and I simply felt terrible. I sped up, hoping to hop into a shower

sooner rather than later.

I ran into the villa after parking my car in front of the property.

Miss Woods grabbed my jacket from me and asked worriedly, "Young Mistress, it’s already so late!

The weather podcast predicted that it would be stormy tonight. I would have worried my guts out if

you still hadn’t come home."

I pursed my lips. "I was a little occupied.”

Just as I turned away from her, I was stunned to see Theo walking down the stairs. Did he mention

that he was coming back tonight?

His expression was stern as he walked up to me." Where have you been?"

"My previous apartment." I did not intend to hide it, so I told him the truth.

As expected, his face darkened further. He grabbed m y arm and hauled me up the stairs. "It looks

like you've forgotten the lessons I taught you, huh? Are you trying to get on my nerves?"

He dragged me into the bedroom and pressed my body firmly against the door. He yelled at me

furiously, "You really do have nostalgic feelings for that place. Are you just itching to move back

there?" "Yeah, of course, I want to move back there.” I shrugged nonchalantly, trying to piss him off

on purpose.

"Wanda Lane!" His wrath grew. "Who’s your husband? Me or him? You're desperate to eat with him

and live with him, hm? Are you that eager to spend the rest of your life with him?"