Upstairs. “Sit down while I’ll cut some fruits for you,” Matthew whispered as he helped Veronica up onto the chair on the balcony.
“Okay.” Veronica nodded, feeling a little depressed as she sat on the rocking chair with a view of the busy downtown of the hidden clan residents. She was distressed every time she thought about Shirley’s injury and didn’t know how to explain it to them.
“What are you thinking about?’ asked Matthew. After some time, Matthew was holding a crystal fruit tray with freshly cut and peeled fruits of the hidden clan specialty.
He placed the plate on the coffee table before delivering a piece of fruit to Veronica’s mouth with a golden fork. Veronica was moved by the gentle treatment.
She smiled back at Matthew, and her eyelashes were lifted slightly. She opened her mouth and chewed the white fruit, saying, ‘It’s so sweet. It’s similar to the melons in Bloomstead but softer and more fragrant.”
“If you like it that much, I’ll bring some seeds here and plant them so you can eat them when you want.” While he spoke, he pulled out a piece of tissue paper and wiped the water marks from the corners of her mouth, pampering her incomparably. “I’m not a high paraplegic; you don’t have to feed me and wipe my mouth.”
Even though she knew Matthew adored her, she was a little uncomfortable being spoiled so lavishly. Taking Matthew’s hand, she invited him to sit next to her and talk.
“What’s wrong? Don’t you like me taking care of you?” asked Matthew. Matthew raised his black sword-like eyebrows. He wore a sapphire blue shirt, and his attractive face evoked a tiny smile that was both. seductive and attractive.
“You have been taking care of me in the hospital for half a month.” Veronica turned her neck and stretched her body, saying, ‘Look. My body is alright. I can do things by myself.”
“Say, how should you repay me for the half a month of care?” The man gave a meaningful wicked smile. “Oh, I will repay you well, alright. Close your eyes.” As she spoke, Veronica wrapped her arms around his neck.
He subconsciously considered something as a result of the unexpected intimacy. He gently closed his eyes and raised his chin slightly as if he was waiting for something.
When Veronica realized what Matthew was preparing for, she wanted to laugh but she restrained herself. After reaching for the fork, she stuffed a piece of fruit into Matthew’s lips. Sensing the coolness on his lips, the man suddenly opened his eyes and saw Veronica’s smirk.
“You’re fooling me, huh?” Before Veronica could respond, he raised his eyebrows and grabbed her by the back of the head with his large hand. He then proceeded to kiss her lips and forced the honeydew melon syrup into her mouth. “Now, how is the taste?” He let go of her and asked back. “Well, it is very sweet.”
“Do you prefer the honeydew melon or me?” Veronica was speechless by his remark. Good grief. Is he jealous of a melon?
“Of course, it’s you.” She answered Matthew’s question against her will. Matthew was very satisfied with the answer. His brows spread slightly, and his cold face. grinned like a spring breeze with his deep and distinguished facial features. “So, are you done with the task?”
Veronica’s expression abruptly shifted from one of relaxation to seriousness. “You mean Tiffany?’ asked Matthew. “Yeah.” “I sent someone to the mountain to find her body once the hunting ceremony was over. Her body had been brought down the mountain, cremated, and buried.”
“What about Nelson?” “Nelson was buried next to Tiffany. The two of them will not be too lonely on their journey to the hereafter,” Matthew said.
Veronica leaned on the rocking chair and gazed sideways into the distance. She sighed. “Tiffany and Nelson were very much alike. Detestable, but pitiful. Nelson was forced to come here to murder me as his younger brother was under confinement by Tanya. It was his last resort.” As for Tiffany…
Veronica sympathized with Tiffany’s situation. Tiffany had other ways out yet continued to make poor choices, lost her way, and eventually got herself killed.
