The Woman From Hell
Chapter 319

Chapter 319

"Wait for me in the car." Matthew would always stay true to his words. Since he promised to buy itfor me, h e immediately got down to buy it. "Don't get out of the car."

I looked at him from behind. I was a little moved.

Previously, I had a huge misunderstanding about Matthew, but after getting to know him recently, Irealized that he was a good person. He was not as cold as he appeared to be.

Matthew was a good-looking and classy man. Many young women were standing in front of thedessert shop. Their eyes brightened up once they saw him. A few of them who were more confidentapproached him to ask for his number.

Then, I saw him waving his hand in the car's direction. I was confused while I lowered the window.

I saw him pointing at me while shaking his head at the women. I was not sure what he was sayingto them.

After that, Matthew went into the dessert shop. It took him only ten minutes to come out with apaper bag in his hand.

"I didn't expect you to be so popular among the

ladies." I teased him.

Matthew put the paper bag that carried the dessert I wanted on my lap and raised his eyebrows."Isn't that normal?"

I smiled. "How narcissistic."

I opened the box and took out the strawberry mousse t o have a taste.

As expected from the best dessert shop in Whaldorf City. Sure enough, the dessert tasted heavenly.It was not cloying even after I took a few bites of it.

Matthew watched me eat. "Is it good?"

"It's good," I replied with a smile.

"Then I'll have some too." Matthew stretched his neck.

A hint of a smile flashed across his eyes. "Feed me."

I shot him a helpless glance. Then, I scooped a spoonful of mousse before bringing it to his lips.

He stared at the spoon, stunned for a few seconds before finally opening his mouth.

It took me a while to realize that something was wrong at that moment. I awkwardly withdrew myhand. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize.”

"I don't mind," Matthew wiped the corner of his lips with his index finger and said vaguely, "It'sgood."

I pursed my lips, not knowing what to say.

After I finished eating the dessert, Matthew brought m

e to the central square of the city.

We walked around the square until five in the evening. After we got back in the car, Matthew saidthat he would like to bring me somewhere nice.

When we reached the destination, I realized it was a hot pot restaurant.

Matthew unfastened his seat belt and said faintly, "I think this will work up your appetite."

It had been such a long time since I had hot pot. The moment I got out of the car, I could smell thefragrant aroma coming out of the hot pot restaurant. I took a deep breath. "It smells so good."

"Feeling hungry already?" Matthew smiled faintly and asked.

I smiled and nodded my head. "A little."

Matthew had already reserved a private room. We got into the room and ordered a few dishes.Then, I brought out the dessert that I had not finished.

"You can't eat that anymore." Before I could open the box, Matthew pulled a long face and snatchedit over.' Will you still be able to have the hot pot if you eat the dessert?"

"Alright." I gave in. If he did not let me, then I would just listen to him.

I only ordered a mild-tasting soup pot as my body was still recovering. I took a few sips but it tastedbland. Even so, it was better than nothing.

"Does your stomach feel unwell?" Matthew was worried, so he asked. He was afraid that I wouldthrow up again after eating this.

I shook my head and reassured him. "I'm fine. You don't have to worry about me so much."

Although I did not feel like throwing up when I was eating, I still did not eat much. Matthew did notask m e to eat more either. I waited for him to finish and we left the hot pot restaurant.

We got in the car, and I looked out of the car window. All of a sudden, I saw Jerome and Cecilia.

I was stunned for a moment and grabbed Matthew's arm. "Wait for a second."

"What’s wrong?" Matthew looked toward the direction where I was looking.

Cecilia's baby bump had become pretty obvious, and she looked healthy. Jerome looked the sameas usual. Both of them were arguing about something until they were blue in the face.

Matthew withdrew his gaze and asked me gently, "Do you want to go down?"

"No... It's alright." I let go of Matthew's arm, and my voice was as soft as a mosquito’s buzz. "Let’sgo."

It was not the right time for me to see them. Not only was I afraid it would make them worry, but Iwas also afraid that I would suffer from an emotional breakdown again.

The car had just started moving when Matthew suddenly stopped it.

"If you feel like crying, just cry." He let out a soft sigh." I'll lend you my arms.”

My body tensed up. After a moment, I turned around and threw myself into his arms.

Matthew hugged me tightly with his right hand patting me lightly on my back. "It's alright. Everythingwill be over. You have me right beside you, as well as those who love you and care for you. We'll behere to help you to get through it all."

"Will I be able to live again?" I was crying while I asked.

"Yes, you will." Matthew's voice was deep and carried a trace of confidence. "You will.”

I did not say anything more. However, I could not stop crying. I let my emotions out until I was tiredand had cried enough. Then, I removed myself from his arms. My tears slowly stopped streamingdown my face.

"You've stopped crying?" Matthew still had his arms wide open. "Why don't you cry a little more?"

I looked at the teasing expression on his face. "Pfft!” I laughed out loud.

"You’re crying and laughing like a silly little girl," Matthew said helplessly.

"Matthew, thank you." I did not know how I should express my gratitude to Matthew. If it had notbeen for him, I probably would not be able to replace it in me to smile.

"You don't have to thank me." Matthew unfastened his seat belt and glanced at the white collaredshirt that h e was wearing. "Just help me wash my shirt if you'd like to thank me."

"I'll wash it for you!" My face was slightly blushing.

Matthew smiled and said nothing more.

After we returned to the hospital, I got into bed after a simple wash-up.

The following days, Matthew tried everything to entertain me. He did whatever it took to make mehappy. I was truly grateful to him, but I knew that I had to get through this myself. I could not rely onsomeone else to do it.

It was already November. It had already been three months since the day the nightmare happened.I did not see anyone else except for Matthew during these three months. It was as if I was living inanother world.

The weather was getting cold. It made me refuse to go out even more. Matthew came to see me atnight and saw me sitting on the couch while staring blankly outside the window. He asked in ahelpless tone, "How many days have you not gone out?"