Clarissa found it hard to communicate with him.
“I’m full. Uncle Matthew, I’ll be going now. Goodbye!” With that, she stood up and left for her bedroom.
The next moment, she noticed he was following her.
Having no idea of his intention, she ignored him while quickening her pace.
After she entered her bedroom, the man pressed his hand against the door to prevent her from closing it.
When she instinctively looked up, her eyes met his cold gaze. Inexplicably, she became a little fearful of him. “Uncle Matthew, is there anything else?”
Before she had even realized it, Matthew pushed open the door and slid into her room.
With her brows knotted, she walked into the room after him.
She felt suffocated at his formidable presence; it seemed as if her room had suddenly shrunk. Standing meekly before him, she asked, “Uncle Matthew, do you have anything to say? Did I do something wrong?”
Matthew subconsciously tightened his hands in his pocket. He fixed his eyes on her as if he was trying to see through her.
“Have you forgotten about what happened yesterday?” he finally asked.
“Uh, I… I do remember something…”
“What do you remember?”
“I remember that Ellie and I have drunk quite a lot…” she trailed off as that was all that she could remember.
Matthew pursed his lips. “That’s it?”
“I normally fall asleep when I’m drunk. But Uncle Matthew, why are you asking me this? Did I do anything else?”
Matthew fell into silence for a while. Suddenly, he moved toward her, forcing her to take a few steps backward.
Clarissa had her back pressed against the door. Her eyes grew wide, looking at the man looming over her. “U-uncle Matthew…” Her voice was trembling.
“You couldn’t recall it?”
She was clueless at his words. Recall about what?
Before she could say anything, she saw Matthew lowered his head, moving closer to her. Their faces were only inches apart when all of a sudden, his phone rang, ruining the atmosphere between them.
Matthew narrowed his eyes at the interruption. He then pulled himself away from her to answer the call.
Clarissa heaved a sigh of relief, and that was when she realized the back of her shirt was drenched in sweat. She sat on the couch that was a distance away from Matthew, looking warily at him.
Matthew cast his eyes over her while talking to the phone. “Alright, I got it. I’ll head back right now.”
After he ended the call, he looked at Clarissa and said, “Try to recall until you remember it.”
With that, he turned and left the room. As his figure vanished from sight, Clarissa loosened up and then slouched into the couch.
Her face flushed. What was Uncle Matthew trying to do to me just now? And… What is it that I’m supposed to recall?
After a few days of relaxation, Clarissa returned to D City. Ellie was the one who drove her back to her apartment.
As soon as she arrived home, she received a call from someone who was not on her contact list.
She was hesitant to answer the call when she remembered it was Matthew’s number.
The phone continued to ring for a long time. Having no choice, she could only answer it.
“You’re finally back?”
“Yes, Uncle Matthew,” she replied.
“Come down.”
“What?” She was unsure if she heard it wrong.
“Come down. I’m waiting for you outside your apartment.” With that, he hung up on her.
Clarissa’s face contorted as she clasped her hair fervently like a madwoman. Eventually, she recollected herself and got changed before heading out of her apartment.
Matthew saw Clarissa from a distance away through the car window. The young lady was wearing a white t-shirt coupled with an oversized jumpsuit. Her face with little make-up on made her look even more youthful.
Clarissa initially thought she could just talk to him for a short while outside the car, but the driver threw her plan into disarray when he opened the car door for her to get into the car.
The cool air in the car was soothing, but it failed to tranquilize her mind. She grew anxious by the minutes when Matthew, sitting next to her, kept staring intently at her.
Feeling awkward, she shifted in her seat, stroking her hair in a vain attempt to block his gaze.
“U-Uncle Matthew, where are we going?”
“To eat.”
“But I’ve eaten just now. I…”
“But I haven’t!” He managed to silence her with his domineering reply.
“Just keep me company,” he said seriously in a deep voice.
Yet, his remarks somehow sounded equivocal and intimate.
Clarissa tucked her head in while slightly shifted her body, trying to hide her blushing face.
Then, she said in a muffled voice, “Uncle Matthew, actually you can also ask Ellie to accompany you. How about I call her over? She told me she missed you a lot, but she thought you’re still on a business trip.”
“What about you?” Matthew’s eyes flickered. He moved closer to her, asking bluntly, “Do you miss me?”
Clarissa froze and held her breath at his question.
Matthew’s eyes darkened while whispering in her ears, “Clare, do you miss me?”
“U-Uncle, I… I do miss you.” She stuttered, with her heart pounding like crazy. Thinking it sounded too intimate, she quickly added, “I… I mean… just like Ellie does.”
Matthew had little mercy on her though the young lady’s face already turned red, holding a breath that she didn’t realize she was holding.
With a smile, he stroked her face with his finger, whispering in her ears once again, “Clare, so you do miss me, huh?”
