Chapter 238 So, I’ve Misunderstood Matthew
Cory Island was an obscure island where a hellish training took place. The people who went there would have a taste of what it felt like to be in hell, but they would return as whole new people after the arduous drill.
In fact, Thomas was one of the candidates who had successfully completed the inhumane training, and he would never want to go back there. Once was enough.
However, his mistake was beyond recall as Matthew insisted on sending him there. “Ask your brother, Troy, to take over your position.”
Thomas swallowed back his pleading words and gave in in the end. “Understood.”
“Leave.” The man ordered icily.
The corner of Thomas’ lips twitched as he left the office instantly. Once he exited the building, he gave Veronica a call at the entrance, but no one picked up the phone no matter how many times he called.
His heart sank, and he slapped himself a few times in despair. “F*ck! You dumb sh*t!”
The brisk sound of slapping attracted the bypassing workers, who knew him well.
“M-Mr. Ritter, are you alright?”
“Mr. Ritter, are you okay? Do you want us to call the hospital?”
“Mr. Ritter, is everything fine?”
“There are no mosquitoes, though. Why did you slap yourself?”
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The weird gazes from his confused colleagues irritated him. “What are you looking at? Don’t you have work to do? Can’t I slap myself when my cheeks feel stiff? Have you got a problem with it? Huh? Scram! Just leave me alone!”
The crowd dispersed in a heartbeat upon hearing his lecture. Once he got into his car with trudging footsteps, he rang his elder brother. “Troy, I’m done for. I’m gonna die.”
“What’s wrong?”
“F*ck! Today, I…” Thomas recounted the incident in detail over the phone before getting into the main point. “Then, Young Master Matthew is going to send me to Cory Island! He even told me to enjoy myself there for months! Darn it! I’m not the same as I was during my younger days. I’m old now. Am I going to die there? Troy, is this the end of my life?”
“Yeah, you’re doomed.” Troy took a deep breath before bursting into laughter. “Thomas, I-I’m sorry. I don’t usually laugh at this kind of situation, but I can’t help it. How could you say that to Miss Murphy? You know how much Young Master Matthew cares about her. You silly!”
While his brother was guffawing nonstop, Thomas’ face was perfused with red in embarrassment.
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Veronica went to the hospital to see a neurologist. When it was finally her turn, she told the doctor about her situation.
On the doctor’s advice, she underwent tests like electrocardiography and electroencephalography. Once the doctor took a glimpse of the results, she nodded. “It is insomnia. I presume that it has been two months, but most of the patients have it because of massive stress. And most of the youngsters suffer from sleep deprivation due to work pressure…”
The doctor proceeded with the common situations insomniacs might encounter as well as the things Veronica should take note of before scribbling a prescription for her.
It was half past five when she left the hospital. She checked her phone and saw the missed calls from Thomas in the car. Since she was doing a check-up at that time, she could not answer the phone.
Pondering for a moment, she had a rough guess of the reason why he called her, but she had no intention of returning the call.
Just as she was about to put her phone in the bag, it rang. It was Matthew. Holding the phone tightly, she glanced at the medicine on the passenger seat. She had misunderstood him all this time.
The porridge he made and the warm milk he prepared at the Twilight Condominium contained medicine that could cure her insomnia.
Even right now, Veronica still couldn’t face the fact that she was suffering from insomnia. She felt awful thinking about how she had thrown all those nasty words at him back then. Although he had tried to explain, she never trusted him in the slightest.
Never in her wildest dream had she imagined the arrogant man being so helpless in front of her. A pang of guilt hit her hard upon realizing the truth.
She would pretend nothing had happened in front of Matthew nonetheless, because the ‘misunderstanding’ would be a perfect shield for her to reject him.
It was true that Matthew was nice to Veronica, but that alone couldn’t fill in the gap between them. The fact that they weren’t of the same world had determined their fate from the start, not to mention she didn’t like him at all.
“Hello.” She answered the call with indifference.
“Have you gotten off work?” His voice sounded gentle as ever. It sounded as though he was handling something very precious.
“Nope. I’m still busy. Thomas stopped by today with the contracts, and I heard everything from him. You’re planning to expand the business, right? I’m looking at some information to understand more about the bridal stores in Bloomstead.”
“There must be a balance between work and life. Some rest time after work is important for you to do your job better.”
“You’re right.”
“I’ll pick you up from your office in 20 minutes. Let’s have dinner together.”
“Okay.” The conversation ended and Veronica headed straight to her company. Since it was rush hour, it took her longer to arrive due to the traffic. Not long after she alighted from the car, Matthew could be seen standing at the entrance.
“Woah, he must be Young Master Matthew.”
“He is President Murphy’s god-brother. I’m sure he’s here for her.”
“Oh lord, look at that handsome face! I didn’t get the chance to look at him closely at the wedding.”
“He’s so handsome. A coat and a pair of sunglasses? He can be a supermodel and I’ll be his number one fan!”
“If only I had such a handsome brother…”
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The employees, who hadn’t yet gotten off work, swooned over Matthew’s surreal visuals. The sheer sight of his well-defined features could captivate one’s heart readily.
Hearing the commotion in the lobby, Veronica turned around to see the man standing by the door.
“You’re here,” she stated nonchalantly before clapping her hands to draw everyone’s attention. “Alright, guys. Since we still have some time left, I would like to announce something.”
While everyone gathered in the lobby in three lines, she beckoned Matthew to come over, after which he gladly walked toward her side and hung the sunglasses on his shirt.
“The way he hung his sunglasses is so cool!”
“With those well-defined sculptures and ethereal features, he’s the president we only see in comics.”
“If I was as handsome as he is, I wouldn’t have stayed single until today.”
“Pfft. Well, I can guarantee your girlfriend wouldn’t have broken up with you.”
“I don’t think I can fall for another man anymore.”
