It was a woman. She squatted beside the big tree, circled herself with her arms, and looked down. Her
long black hair hung down at the back, looking like silks and satins.
Matthew could not see her clearly, but found that her shoulders were trembling gently.
Matthew carefully stared at her for a while, his eyes as cool as the night.
He did not say a word, turned around, and was about to leave.
The woman heard his footsteps and glanced at his moving figure, saying weakly, "You... don't go."
Matthew paused and did not turn around, his voice low, "What are you doing here?"
The woman swallowed twice, not knowing how to speak.
"You shouldn't come!" Matthew's voice was full of anger. He was displeased that this woman appeared
around his house.
"I..." The woman pursed her lips, her eyes watery, "I just come to thank you for helping me today.
Thank you."
"In fact, I was unwilling to do it. If it were just me here, I wouldn't have interfered. You were lucky that
Mrs. Lee couldn't bear to see it. So, I lent a hand. Don't overthink it."
Matthew said in a cold and harsh tone. He didn't soften at all and disassociate himself from what he
had done.
"Get the hell out of here."
After saying this, Matthew continued to go away, as if he didn't want to stay here for a second longer.
"Matthew," The woman saw that he was going to leave and called out to him sharply.
"Ms. George, please call me Mr. Matthew," Matthew corrected her, and did not plan to stop at all.
He quickly walked out of the low bushes and headed for the opposite building.
The woman was anxious. She hesitated, gritted her teeth, and finally chased after him recklessly. Her
pace was a little unstable.
She instinctively reached out to pull his wrist without thinking. But just as she touched Matthew's skin,
he raised his hand to shake her off.
The woman's centre of gravity was unstable. Besides, there was injury on her ankle. So, she fell to the
ground after being shaken off by Matthew.
The rough ground cut the skin of her delicate palm and arm. She endured the pain on her ankle and
hand and didn't dare to scream again.
Matthew turned to look at the woman who was slowly sitting on the ground. His eyes were cold and full
of anger.
"Lana, enough! Your trick in front of me is useless!" Matthew's face was calm.
Lana looked up at his distinctly chiseled face with her soft eyes.
His indifference made her feel that he kept a distance from her. She could not get close to him even if
she tried her best to reach out.
"Matthew, I didn’t." Lana shook her head, defending herself.
"What are you trying to do this time?" Matthew frowned, ignoring the sadness in her eyes.
He would never forget in his life how vicious she was behind her beautiful face.
It was because of this face that he had believed in her. So, he paid a terrible price.
"I just wanted to come and see you." Lana was serious, "I just want to quietly watch you from afar, and
did not want to disturb you."
"Do you think I'll believe you when you say that?" Matthew sneered with heavy irony, "You want to see
how poor I was during the years you abandoned me?
Now you see, I am leading a good life. Does it disappoint you? I am no longer the Matthew who would
believe in your deceitful bullshit again!
Lana, you know what? I feel sick when I see you now. Even breathing the air of the same place with
you is unbearable to me. So, please stay away from me as far as possible."
Lana felt hurt after hearing these words. She felt a tight pain in her chest and her face looked extremely
pale in the night. With her long black hair, she was like a charming ghost.
Matthew bent over and leaned towards her, his black eyes meeting her almond-like eyes. He showed
the disgust and hatred in his eyes towards Lana clearly, so that Lana could deeply feel that every word
he said was true.
He did dislike her.
Lana had many thoughts in her mind when she was found by him. The only thing she was sure of was
that he would definitely hate her.
She had repeatedly persuaded herself. But when he said those harsh words, she couldn't really ignore
it.
Her eyes were wet. Tears blurred her eyes and reddened them.
She quickly looked away before the tears fell down, not wanting him to see her tears and to think that
she was pretending to be pitiful in front of him.
"Is it hard for you to listen to these words? Back then, what you said was even harder than I did. But I
don't think you'll remember these insignificant things and people. Well... I forgot how heartless Ms.
George is. You never care about these words at all."
Lana did not answer. Her eyelashes lightly trembled and she slowly picked herself up from the ground.
"Mr. Matthew, I'm sorry for the disturbance." Lana bowed slightly.
"I'm glad you know it." Matthew said.
Lana looked down and could hold back her tears anymore. Tears dripped on the ground at the moment
when she turned her back to him.
Lana took the opportunity to calm herself down.
She straightened herself up again to face Matthew. Her eyes were brighter and clearer than before and
had no tears.
She turned around with a smile. She had fallen and twisted her ankle in the restaurant and was limping
now.
The dim streetlight stretched her slender figure....
Matthew did not leave, but watched her go further and further.
He frowned for a moment, and then relaxed. Without another glance, he turned and stepped up, his tall
figure disappearing inside the door of the building.
He went upstairs and sat down in the living room.
He reached into his trouser pocket and took out the box of cigarettes. He took one and lit it, lifting it to
his thin lips.
The white smoke blurred his cool and handsome face.
He just stared at somewhere, lost in thought.
It wasn't until the ash burned into Matthew's fingers that he shook his hand and threw it away, only to
find his son standing in the corridor to the bedroom.
Wyatt raised his hand and rubbed his drowsy eyes, "Daddy...."
"Why are you awake?" Matthew asked him, "It's cold. Hurry to go to bed."
"I'm going to the bathroom." Wyatt walked towards Matthew with a childish voice, "Daddy, why aren't
you asleep? And you're smoking. Are you missing Mommy?"
Matthew paused and reached out to hold his shoulder, "Why do you say that?"
"Because I know that Daddy is missing Mommy when you smoke." Wyatt looked like he knew it
anyway, "Daddy, I miss Mommy too. Let's go get her back, okay?"
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