An hour later, Thomas entered Matthew’s office. “President Robins of Shepherd Star Group is here, Young Master Matthew. She’s waiting for you in the reception room.”
“I’ll be there in a sec.” Matthew put away the files on his desk and got up from his seat. He glanced through the glass window of the reception room as he walked toward the reception room, and he found the woman’s figure inside the room somewhat familiar.
Thomas pushed open the door of the reception room when they arrived. “Please, Young Master Matthew.”
Matthew entered the reception room following that. He greeted in a professional, but cold tone, “Sorry to keep you waiting, President Robins. I…”
Eviette, who was sitting at the desk, looking down at her phone, raised her head when he spoke. Matthew clearly saw her face when their eyes met, and he couldn’t help but feel shocked. The words that he was about to say were stopped by his own thoughts at that instant.
“Greetings, President Kings.” Eviette smiled gently and gracefully. Her smile carried a sense of familiarity and an inexplicable affection.
“Leave us be, Thomas, Matthew instructed. Thomas only glanced at them with a puzzled look before leaving the reception room.
Eviette also gave a signal, and her assistant immediately said, “Ouch! I’m having a bad stomach ache. Please allow me to go to the restroom, President Robins.”
“Okay, go ahead.” Eviette nodded, and her assistant immediately got up and left the reception room. Matthew closed the blinds after their assistants left the room.
He slowly turned around after releasing the cord of the blinds, and he looked at Eviette, who was sitting 6.5 feet away from him. “Is it really you?”
Eviette was dressed in a white blouse, paired with high-waisted pants and high heels. She tied her black and straight hair into a knot using a colorful headband. She also had red earrings on, which accentuated her natural and beautiful cheeks with light makeup. What really stood out the most was her distinct graceful temperament. It made her especially captivating.
“Long time no see.” Eviette took a few steps forward to stand in front of him and opened her arms. Matthew faintly smiled as he stepped forward and gave her a hug. “It’s been eight years since we last met. I didn’t expect us to meet in this way.”
No wonder he felt familiar when he saw her back through the window just now. So, it really was her. Eviette hugged him and patted his back with both hands. She closed her eyes and said, “Don’t move. Let me hug you for a little longer. I’m starting to miss those days.” Matthew couldn’t help but feel helpless. “It’s been eight years, and you haven’t changed a bit.”
“Same goes for you.” Then, Eviette let go of him and smiled. “I’ve been waiting for you for the past eight years. But, you never contacted me.” She sat down in a chair before saying casually.
Matthew sat down opposite her before replying, “How could I make contact with you when I don’t even have your contact information?”
“I’m sure you would have found a way if you really wanted to.” Eviette didn’t believe his words at all. “I used to be an actress. I was still famous even though I wasn’t that popular all over the country. Didn’t you see me on TV? Stop lying to me!”
Matthew had replaced his energetic and youthful self with maturity and calmness. Now, he exuded a cold aura fitting for a domineering president.
That and his distinctive facial features made his appearance comparable to some of the most handsome faces in the world. His every move would exude elegance and nobility. He was like a humble gentleman whom people would fall for with inexplicable obsession.
Eviette had been paying attention to any news of his over the years. She felt gratified as she watched him grow even more mature, and she looked forward to their meeting ever since.
Little did she know that she would receive news of his death after she studied abroad for a few years and returned.
Eviette secretly visited Matthew’s grave many times Because of that. She would stay at the cemetery for more than ten hours each time. she paid a visit before leaving.
