After the secretary left, the large office was left with only Chloe Grant and Matthew Morgan.
Was it because of Matthew Morgan’s aura, the office decor, or Chloe Grant’s own mindset...
In any case, the atmosphere was still very awkward.
"Um... I’ll be leaving now..."
In the end, Chloe Grant couldn’t take it and stood up, ready to leave quickly...
"Did I say you could leave?"
Chloe Grant had just started to move her feet, but under that cold voice, she couldn’t bring herself to take another step.
Chloe Grant wailed internally, all she wanted right now was to leave.
Could she easily challenge Uncle Morgan’s authority?
In the end, Chloe Grant spinelessly turned back and sat down on the sofa again.
Matthew Morgan now sat directly on the coffee table, his long legs having nowhere to go.
He slightly turned and took the ice pack delivered by the secretary from the table.
Chloe Grant peeked up and met those icy-cold eyes, quickly lowering her gaze.
She had already been shocked in the security room, her heart not yet calmed, and now she was again frightened in the office by Uncle Morgan.
Life felt truly harsh.
"Look up," Matthew Morgan ordered.
Chloe Grant was somewhat slow to react, so he directly reached to hold her chin, lifting her head to face him.
In just a short moment, half of Chloe Grant’s face had already swollen badly.
Matthew Morgan frowned, his expression growing more unsightly.
Chloe Grant trembled inside, instinctively shrinking herself back into the sofa.
Matthew Morgan glared at her.
Keep shrinking, and how could he apply the medicine for her?
Chloe Grant immediately straightened her back, not daring to hesitate.
With Uncle Morgan’s face looking so dreadful now, if he lost his temper... would she figuratively and literally have nowhere to bury herself?
Better to be obedient!
After all, she was just a coward, no need to act like a hero.
Right then and there, Chloe Grant knew she couldn’t go against Matthew Morgan’s wishes, so she sat up very straight, her posture consequently making her chest stand firm...
Matthew Morgan’s gaze swept over her full chest, his eyes deepening.
That soft sensation seemed almost tangible in his hand...
Even though he maintained a stoic expression while massaging the swelling on Chloe Grant’s face.
His mind, however, had already wandered...
This girl had been slightly plump since childhood, but precisely because she was plump, certain areas always grew exceptionally well, and her body was soft and cozy to hold.
Previously, this girl had tried to slim down to 90 pounds, torturing herself daily to the point of looking neither human nor ghost, like a twig, which was uncomfortable just to look at.
If this girl knew her life’s sole stint at 90 pounds lasted less than a month before she gained it back because her uncle secretly let up, she’d probably want to kill him.
Matthew Morgan’s inner emotions were rich, but his face remained aloof.
After finishing massaging Chloe Grant’s face, he set the ice pack aside.
"Speak, what are you doing here?" he opened.
Chloe Grant shivered, swallowing hard.
How did this question suddenly come up...
Her eyes began to dart around, thinking about how to answer the question?
Previously she sought James Heady purely to avoid any contact with Uncle Morgan, after all, the kiss... up to now, was a knot in Chloe Grant’s heart.
To say it’s dislike? Disgust? Aversion? Nightmare?
Actually, it’s not, it’s just that...