Virginity in second marriages by Angela
Chapter 1214 - Smack in the face!

At Anna's call, Gresta had to remain still and her eyes immediately turned red, dropping tears as she said, "I'm so sorry, I should have stayed in the hospital if I had known I would cause you so much trouble, but...... I was afraid to be alone in the hospital at night. Oooh......"

With that, Gresta burst into tears.

Anna frowned and went to take Matteo's hand and asked him what was wrong.

Matteo looked at the girl in front of him, her head still wrapped in her shower cap, her pale face unblemished, her eyes clean and bright, completely innocent like a little fool who knew nothing about the world. Matthew had no choice but to take her hand, "There is only one bed in this room, you can move to the next room with me."

At these words, Anna froze in place, feeling as if she had been stoned to death, otherwise how could there be so many stars spinning in her head?

But......

why did Matthew suddenly ask her to move in and share a room with him? Could it have been that Matthew had overheard the conversation they had just had? No, it couldn't be, so why?

Unfortunately, Anna was still trying to figure it out.

Matteo, however, was already looking at Gresta, his tone polite and distant.

"Mrs. Gresta, don't worry, since we have stepped in to take care of this matter, we will send the Buddha to the West and make things right, you can stay here for a few days and call room service if you need anything."

With these words, Matthew left the room with his suitcase in one hand and the girl's hand in the other.

Bang!

When the door closed, Gresta stood there with his fists clenched in anger, his face bloodless!

Damn that man! How could he not give her a look! He had taken Anna away as if she were some kind of horrible demon!

Gresta was so furious that she wanted to destroy the room, but she thought better of it and restrained herself. No, she had to calm down, the man was a catch, he was not so easy to seduce. It would take some thinking to seduce him, she had to calm down and think of a way.

She could not go back to that horrible man, otherwise she would be subjected to endless abuse, and this time Matthew was her target.

As for that Anna, heck, she was just a bratty little girl who had distracted her with a few words, who was she to beat her at anything?

A cold smile spread across Gresta's lips as he thought about this.

On the other hand.

Anna was foolishly held by Matteo's hand and soon reached the next room. When she entered, Matteo took her shoes and gave them to her to change into, then walked in with her suitcase. Anna looked at the slippers on her feet, another pair of ill-fitting

But she followed Matthew and watched him put the suitcase away, and then she couldn't help but tug on his coat.

Matteo had just finished putting the suitcase away when he turned his head and saw the girl standing behind him, pulling on his coat with one hand and looking at him with eyes full of doubt.

He raised his hand and tapped her on the head, "What?"

Anna half-closed her lips and blinked, "You know, yes."

"Your hair is still wet, don't you blow-dry it?"

Anna obviously didn't care about this question, she was more concerned about another one, so she stood still, but a moment later Matteo was holding her wrist, "Go dry your hair first, don't catch cold."

So Anna was dragged by Matteo to get her hair dried. She had planned to do it herself, but she did not expect Matteo to do it for her in person.

So Anna sat down in the chair and let Matteo blow her hair, probably a little nervous, so that Anna's legs were together and her hands rested perfectly on her lap.

"What the hell is going on? Why do I have a feeling.... that you don't like this Gresta?"

After holding back for a long time, Anna hesitated to ask the question.

The person behind her did not react in any particular way, she just spoke lightly, "She is a stranger, after all, and it is not safe for you to sleep with her."

That seemed to make sense, but Anna had a feeling it wasn't quite.

"Is that all?" She asked again, blinking.

The wind stopped and Matteo smoothed her hair, his voice low, "Or what, what do you think?"

"Uh......"

Before Anna could answer, Matteo abruptly leaned closer, resting his chin on her shoulder, his warm breath dripping down her neck, "Think of it as me looking for opportunities to bring you here, okay?"

11

At that moment Anna was about to faint.

Because Matthew was leaning into her ear to tell her this, and his voice was purposely low, it was especially calm, like a fiery knife puff trickling down the back of her throat, extra loud. Anna's lashes fluttered and her body fell back under Matteo's control, straight into Matteo's arms, and soon her eyes turned black as she fell a kiss with Matteo's characteristic sharpness. Matteo's scent was everywhere.

Because of her position, Anna was forced to tilt her head back and rest it on Matteo's lap, so Anna could clearly see that Matteo was leaning in for the kiss.

She blinked, wanting to exclaim at this moment that her back was so strong.

Anna came back to herself with a pain on her lips.

Matthew's fingertips grazed her forehead, a touch of helplessness under her clear eyes, "Are you still thinking about other things at this hour?"

"Um......," Anna moaned, pursing her lips, "I didn't want to stray."

Who made her life more attractive?

"Not on purpose?" Matthew narrowed his eyes slightly at that and gently pulled her lower jaw closer to her, "So you're saying ...... that I'm not trying hard enough? Is that what gave you the courage to think about something else?"

At those words, Anna's eyes snapped open, "No, I'm not! I don't think that!"

She jumped up and sat back down, but as she fell sideways from the wrong position, Matthew pulled her hand back, and then they both fell onto the big bed behind them.

Bang, bang!

Matthew's back slammed against the soft surface of the bed as Anna fell onto Matthew's hard chest, which hurt in comparison.

Because of the painful bump, Anna looked up with a bitter little face, and the perfect atmosphere was ruined by her.

"It hurts......" Anna looked at Matteo and said in a resigned voice.

Matthew: "......"

This silly girl.

What else could Matteo do when she complained that it hurt when he was surrounded by the two of them in a perfect atmosphere and space with warm perfume in his arms? He could only reach out and rub her head and ask softly, "Where did you hit?"

If he didn't ask, Anna blushed. She was in front of him, where else could he have hit? Finally, her face turned red and she could only say, "I hit my face!"