Chapter 672 ‘Matthew’ Is Dead
He then grinned roguishly and landed on top of her. The dark clouds were dissipating in the middle of the night, and the bright moon rays shone through the leafy trees, casting lovely shadows on the ground.
Chirping of birds and insects filled the air. Fireflies, shining with beautiful green-yellow lights, were flying around freely.
The duo’s heavy breaths and light hums were both drowned out by the insects’ chirping.
Unknown to everyone else, it was a passionate and exhilarating summer night for Matthew and Veronica.
As Veronica’s phone was left in the car, nothing, including phone calls, could interrupt them.
But fate decided otherwise. About two hours later, Veronica heard someone yelling for her from a distance.
“D*mn!”
Matthew scolded. “I have to punish Thomas when I am back for destroying the ambience.”
“I truly pity him.”
Veronica was amused by Matthew’s words.
After two hours of being intimately close, he reluctantly ended what he was doing.
Then, he tightened his embrace around her and said, “I have to leave now, Roni. You know what you have to do tomorrow.”
When she heard that, she nuzzled her head against his chest and closed her eyes slowly. “I can’t bear leaving you.”
“Don’t worry. I will look for you again.”
“Sure. But Matt, please take good care of yourself. Don’t make me worry about you.”
As if she couldn’t bear to let him go, she hugged him tightly and kissed his lips.
Her kiss was commanding, craving for more, and she couldn’t bear to let go of her hands at all.
“Alright. I really have to leave now.”
Matthew held her face in his palms and gave her a kiss on her forehead. “Remember, don’t trust anyone other than Thomas. Not even Master Crayson,” he reminded her, concerned.
His words seemed to imply more, but she did not ask further.
They then stood up and tidied their clothes. As he turned around, preparing to leave, she took his hand in hers.
Their hands then gradually drew apart, leaving only their fingertips touching, and gradually, even the warmth on their fingertips faded away.
In the dark, Veronica saw him vanish among the bushes.
Her burning heart became empty with his departure.
She stayed in the same spot, but she couldn’t see him anymore. She could only listen to the sound of him moving through the bushes.
It was only when the sound could no longer be heard that she raised her head to look at the night sky.
The stars were shining and the moon was bright. All the moonlight that was shining on her made her feel warm.
Everything was lovely and comfortable at this point.
She inhaled deeply, smelling the fresh and sweet air free of industrial pollution.
Then, she tidied her hair, smoothed her clothes, and ran a small circle around the area to appear to be sweating profusely before running to the direction from which Thomas’ voice came.
“Thomas, I am here,” she yelled when she got closer.
The men rushed to her, followed by Thomas, who examined her from head to toe. “Are you okay, Young Mistress?”
“I’m alright. They chased me too far inside, and coupled with the darkness of the night, I got lost. I almost couldn’t find my way out.”
Veronica gasped as she spoke, with one hand on her waist and the other wiping sweat from her head. “Where is Matt? Did you all manage to save him? How about Tiffany?”
The mention of Matthew made Thomas nervous. His Adam’s apple bobbed, and his throat was so dry that he found it hard to spit out a single word.
Seeing that he went silent, one of the men beside him answered, “‘Matthew’… is dead. He was shot in the head, most likely while shots were firing amidst the chaos earlier. M-My condolences, Y-Young Mistress…”
