Chloe Grant was feeling conflicted, and Matthew Morgan didn't urge her to speak.
After about ten seconds, Chloe finally lowered her head, unconsciously fiddling with the car door, and said in a small voice, "I don't want to go back."
When she said this, her voice had a hint of crying.
She was very afraid of going back and facing everything.
Chloe admitted she felt like being a turtle.
"Back to the old house?" Matthew's voice came from above.
Chloe immediately looked up and then nodded like a drum being beaten.
"Get in." Matthew glanced at the passenger seat of the car.
Chloe didn't hesitate much and got into the car, instinctively fastening the seatbelt.
She had nearly gotten into an accident once, almost dying, and since then she had this habit, always putting on the seatbelt first.
After all, safety first.
Matthew just shifted his indifferent gaze from her, casually closed the car door, walked around the front of the car, and went over to the driver's seat.
Opened the door, sat down, closed the door, fastened the seatbelt.
The movements were smooth and efficient.
As the car drove onto the road, neither of them had much to say.
Primarily because Matthew was naturally taciturn, and Chloe, though talkative, didn't dare to say much in front of him.
The Morgan family's old house was located in the eastern suburbs of the imperial city, where only Mr. Morgan, Mrs. Morgan, and a few fixed servants lived.
It was a few years ago after Mr. Morgan had heart stent surgery that they moved there, mainly because the area in the eastern suburbs had beautiful scenery and was quiet, suitable for recuperation.
When Matthew and Chloe arrived, it was already nearly twelve o'clock.
The Morgan old house was in darkness; even the streetlights outside were off, the entire area was pitch black and silent, as if no one lived there.
This was mainly because Mrs. Morgan had nerve problems and couldn't sleep with the lights on.
So when Matthew opened the car door for Chloe, she couldn't see anything.
The car lights had been on before, but now even those were out.
Chloe wanted to ask Matthew to turn the car lights back on, but she was too timid to speak up.
Without the lights, she couldn't see anything, so she tentatively tried to grab Matthew's clothes, but still felt insecure.
She held tight, afraid of Matthew, but even more afraid of this pitch-black world.
"Uncle Morgan, can I hold your hand?" Chloe asked weakly, her heart beating with anxiety.
"Mm." In the darkness, Matthew responded indifferently with a single syllable.
Chloe thought the voice sounded oddly familiar, but she didn't have time to think about it before someone grabbed her hand and held it firmly.
She had only meant to hold onto Matthew's arm, not to be led by the hand ...
Matthew held Chloe's hand tightly and led her forward.
Just as he opened the door with the password, Chloe tripped over the threshold, exclaiming as she toppled headfirst into Matthew's embrace.
One hand was held by him, while the other instinctively wrapped around his lean waist.
Startled, Chloe quickly let go.
She thought of retreating, but it seemed she tripped on something else and fell backward again.
But before she could panic, a strong pair of hands caught her unbalanced body, pulling her up, and she crashed solidly back into Matthew's arms...
Chloe was completely dumbfounded.
Before, even in the dark, she had only grabbed Lucas's arm stably, never this embarrassingly...
She even wondered if she was cursed — how could she always end up crashing into Matthew's arms every single time!
She felt like dying from embarrassment~