When Matthew Morgan stood next to Chloe Grant, her body instantly tensed up.
She looked straight ahead, not daring to look at Matthew Morgan.
Chloe Grant felt like she was bewitched; every time she saw Matthew Morgan, her eyes would subconsciously drift to his thin lips, recalling that kiss...
Then a series of questions would arise: Why did he kiss me? Doesn’t he know he’s an elder? What exactly does he mean!? And the kiss was so intense! ...???
These questions nearly drove Chloe Grant to collapse.
The driver had already brought the car over, got out, and opened the door for them.
Chloe Grant didn’t move; instead, she secretly glanced over at Uncle Morgan standing there... he didn’t show any intention of moving either.
She quickly withdrew her gaze, fearing she’d be discovered.
After waiting a while longer, Matthew Morgan still showed no sign of movement.
What is he trying to do?
Chloe Grant felt anxious, knowing that continuing wasn’t good.
After an internal struggle, Chloe Grant decided to throw caution to the wind, turning her head with a deliberate smile, "Uncle Morgan... if you need the car, you can go first. I’ll wait a bit..."
Matthew Morgan lowered his eyes, meeting Chloe Grant’s gaze, causing her to hurriedly look away.
Her heart started pounding wildly again.
"If you don’t want to smile, then don’t. It’s ugly."
Chloe Grant grumbled to herself, wasn’t it to avoid awkwardness?
Why did you suddenly go crazy and kiss for no reason!
Also, after your business trip, you should go back to the villa, why come to the old house!
If you come, fine, but why leave with me!
Chloe Grant was now full of all kinds of dissatisfaction towards Matthew Morgan.
Of course, she didn’t have the guts to voice these complaints in front of Matthew Morgan.
Previously, in that place, she’d been so confused by anger that she had slightly voiced her dissatisfaction with him, and then he...
She thought of that kiss again!
Chloe Grant quickly shut her eyes, shaking her head to force the image away.
Meanwhile, she kept telling herself inwardly, forget it! Forget it! You must forget!
As Chloe Grant was self-hypnotizing, she suddenly heard the familiar commanding tone and reflexively prepared to get in the car.
Upon lowering her head, she saw Matthew Morgan already sitting in the car and immediately became alert.
"Well, Uncle Morgan... I think I can wait a bit, I..."
Before she could finish her sentence, Matthew Morgan glanced over sharply, and Chloe Grant instantly surrendered!
Since childhood, she was most afraid of that look!
Chloe Grant resigned herself; they’d share a car! It’s just a little way! Endure it and it’ll be over!
She got into the car, and the driver closed the door.
Chloe Grant instinctively leaned against the car door, trying to keep as much distance from Matthew Morgan as possible.
She thought this part of the journey would be extremely hard to endure, but in fact... it was fine.
Because, from the moment the car started moving, Matthew Morgan’s phone calls hadn’t stopped, all work-related.
He held a tablet, filled with data Chloe Grant didn’t understand.
Until Chloe Grant got out of the car and said goodbye to him, Matthew Morgan only looked up from his call to give her a simple wave.
Chloe Grant walked towards the Royal Hotel without looking back, halfway there, she inexplicably turned around—
Chloe Grant subconsciously felt something was up?
She looked for a while, and finally, the rear window of the car opened, revealing Matthew Morgan’s profile, his phone in hand, his sexy thin lips moving.
Then, at a slow pace, he looked over toward Chloe Grant—