Chloe Grant didn’t notice anything different about Matthew Morgan; anyway, no matter when, this person always made her feel frightened.
When you’re scared a lot, you become like a dead pig unafraid of boiling water.
Her game couldn’t end ; she had to win!
Chloe Grant clung tightly to Matthew Morgan, like a strong current surging from his arm, breaking through his cold exterior, reaching straight to his heart, and disrupting the peace that should have been.
Matthew Morgan’s brow furrowed deeply, the arm being held by Chloe Grant was practically numb.
He looked down at the little thing holding him without any reservations...
Matthew Morgan’s face darkened, patience at its limit, and he growled, "Let go!"
Chloe Grant was directly dumbfounded, looking up at him blankly.
Matthew Morgan looked very displeased, pointed at the bed, and ordered, "Go back and lie down."
Oh my, he’s really lost it.
Chloe Grant quickly withdrew her hands, rolled onto her own bed, and swiftly pulled up the blanket to wrap herself up.
Afraid that her corpse would be left with no bones afterward.
Under the covers, she was terrified but couldn’t resist, secretly lifted a corner of the blanket to see if Matthew Morgan had left.
Just as a pair of small eyes peeked out, they directly met Matthew Morgan’s grim gaze, scaring Chloe Grant to hurriedly pull the blanket back up.
Under the blanket, she was almost about to cry.
Not letting people play games, and being so fierce.
Why did he come back, why did he come back, why did he come back!
Chloe Grant even wanted to rush up and fight Matthew Morgan.
Of course... only if she had the guts.
In front of Matthew Morgan, Chloe Grant wouldn’t dare voice any of her dissatisfaction, cowardly hiding under the blanket.
Matthew Morgan stood there, deliberately avoiding looking at the bulge on the bed, his chest heaving heavily.
Emotionally unstable.
That evening, she lay on the white bed, her long black hair scattered, looking shy and innocent, always in his mind, forcing him to lose his sanity, to experience it once more.
He needed a cold shower!
"Sleep." Coldly tossing this line, Matthew Morgan immediately turned and left.
Chloe Grant hid under the covers, trembled when she heard the door slam shut forcefully.
A few seconds later, she carefully lifted the blanket, revealing her dark eyes, looking around to confirm she was alone in the room, Chloe Grant let out a sigh of relief and sat up from the bed.
The blanket naturally slipped down to her waist, Chloe Grant patted her chest, sighing deeply several times, muttering to herself, "Luckily, luckily, luckily he left."
It almost scared the life out of her.
After exhaling completely, Chloe Grant’s expression turned aggrieved again, pouting, she turned and lay down on the bed, continuously pounding the bed with her fists.
"My phone, my game... ah ah ah, Matthew, why did you come back, why!" Chloe Grant almost wanted to cry, life was unbearable.
Chloe Grant punched several times unsatisfied, finally got up, threw the pillow, and screamed.
Just as she finished screaming...