Outside Shiro’s Sushi restaurant, Larry masked and donning a duckbill cap, held Veronica close, their embrace exuding a sense of ease and familiarity.
“Go home and take a good look at the script. I’ve invested in this play, and I believe in you,” he encouraged, glancing at Veronica and smirking with a sense of pride.
“Does this count as leveraging connections to join the production?” Veronica pondered, feeling that this time she must have taken a shortcut.
“You’re like a ‘brother’ to me, so it can be considered as such,” Larry remarked, withdrawing his hand from her shoulder. “I recommended you because I believe you’re perfect for this role, so don’t burden yourself with too many concerns.”
“I understand,” Veronica uttered. “Alright then, you go back early. I’ll see Eleanor off.” “Where does she live?” Larry turned around and glanced at Eleanor Ledger standing nearby, asking the question. “Axies Villa,” Eleanor answered.
“Axies Villa? It’s on my way. I’ll take her.” Larry, in his affection for Veronica, extended his warmth to Eleanor, treating her with utmost care as well. “Alright, I’ll take a ride. You go back and rest early,” Eleanor said, waving to Veronica. “Goodbye.”
Veronica casually tucked her hands into the pockets of her jacket and nodded. “Hey, thanks for the favor.” “Shut up! Why are you being so polite to me?” Larry grumbled at her impatiently, then turned to Eleanor and said, “Let’s go, my car is over there.”
He led Eleanor toward the nearby parking lot and stopped by his car. Thoughtfully, he opened the passenger door and invited, “Get in.”
“Thank you,” Eleanor replied with a knowing look, teasingly adding, “I’m not Veronica, you don’t have to be so attentive to me.”
She couldn’t help but think that Larry had feelings for Veronica. After all, their bond seemed too intimate for mere friendship. It appeared that Matthew Kings had encountered a love rival.
Eleanor couldn’t help but stifle a laugh, a hint of anticipation hidden in her expression. “You’re Veronica’s best friend, I have to treat you well, otherwise she will kill me!” Larry sighed heavily. “Isn’t it true what they say, ‘Being enslaved for too long will make one develop a slave mentality? What sins did I commit in my past life?”
The conversation between them remained elusive to Veronica’s ears, leaving her oblivious to their words. She got into her own car and drove directly back to Pinewoods Villa.
After parking her car, Veronica entered the living room, her eyes scanning around in search of Matthew’s presence. Spotting his absence, she turned to the servant and asked, “Where is Matt?”
“Mr. Kings is in the study, madam,” the servant replied promptly. Clutching the script tightly in her hand, Veronica hurried up the stairs. However, a sudden thought struck her, causing her to descend back downstairs. She prepared a cup of warm milk and carried it up to the study.
Knock,knock,knock-
She knocked on the door. “Come in.”
The familiar voice of a man resonated, carrying a hint of laziness. As Veronica pushed open the study door, she was greeted by Matthew seated at the desk with his elbows resting on the tabletop, his brow furrowed as he stared intently at the documents before him.
Ever since his return from the hidden clan, he had dedicated himself to his work, burning the midnight oil and rising before the break of dawn, leaving her trailing behind in sleep.
Witnessing his relentless dedication, Veronica couldn’t help but feel a pang of compassion for him. She walked up to him and gently placed the cup of milk in front of him. Matthew glanced at the cup of milk, displeased, and remarked, “Change it to coffee. I don’t drink milk.”
“It’s already late. Drinking some milk will help your sleep.” Veronica gently pushed the cup forward, urging it closer to him, her voice soft and tender. “Take a break after a long day,” she suggested.
She moved herself to Matthew’s back, gently resting her hands on his shoulders, massaging them. “Sitting for too long isn’t good for your neck,” she whispered, her touch both comforting and concerned.
Matthew sank into the embrace of the luxurious armchair, indulging in its comfort. Closing his eyes, he let out a sigh. “Being away from the office for months, there are so many tasks waiting for me to take over. I don’t have time to rest,” he bemoaned, his voice tinged with exhaustion.
