Chapter 9
Valerie was frozen in shock until her phone rang, jolting her back to reality. It was the real rideshare driver, calling because he couldn’t find her. That’s when she realized she had hopped into the wrong cat.
Quickly, Valerie apologized and canceled the other ride. Hanging <b>up</b>, she noticed the streets whipping past the car windows <b>as </b>the <b>ck </b>sedan tut through the rainy night.
Matthew hadn’t said where they were heading, creating a palpable tension in the car.
For some reason, his presence was overwhelmingly oppressive. She knew she was at fault; they’d only been married for three days, and she hadn’t recognized him, which was bound to upset him
Determined to break the ice, Valene braved a question, “Mr. Grant, where are we going?
Matthew’s hand rested on the steering wheel<b>, </b>his index finger tapping rhythmically but he didn’t respond to her question. Instead, <b>he </b>asked with <b>a </b>dark tone, “Why did you block me?” His anger was evident–he <b>was </b>clearly not used to being blocked by anyone, let alone his own wife.Text ? by N0ve/lDrama.Org.
Valere quickly checked her phone, only to realize she had asked for his <b>name </b>that day but had forgotten to save it, and now he was gone from her
contacts<b>.</b>
Tm really sorry, Mr. Grant, she stammered. Totten add new contacts for work and regrly clean out <b>those </b>without notes, and I identally.” Her voice faded out, overwhelmed by embarrassment.
Yes, her exnation seemed to infuriate h
him even more.
Matthew gave her <b>a </b>brief, cold nce, his thoughts dripping with scorn. Does she even believe her own excuse? Did she think I didn’t hear her talking about getting introduced to millionaires earlier? He hade intending to reveal his identity <b>and </b>offer her money <b>as </bpensation for her help, thinking perhaps he had misunderstood her intentions.
But now, I see I was <b>right</b>. She’s just a gold–digger. She married me hoping for a jackpot, and when she thought I was broke, <b>she </b>blocked me. Thinks she can ditch me now! Toote! She’s about to learn that nobody messes with me without paying the price, he thought contemptuously
As Matthew’s expression shifted, Valerie took a closer look at the car, especially the shiny Porsche emblem. She mentally kicked herself. It was so dark. I didn’t even spot the Porsche. Thought it was just some rideshare
But then, a flicker of doubt crossed her face <b>as </b>the eyed the car again. “This car…”
“It’s my boss’s, Matthew replied ofhandedly.
“Oh, <b>you’re </b>the driver” Valerie realized, remembering thest time he drove a in little Chevrolet.
Although she wasn’t shopping for a Porsche, she knew they weren’t cheap. ‘Looks like his boss is loaded. No wonder he dresses like money- probably all on thepany dime to look good
Matthew didn’t argue, just shot her a nce in the rearview mirror, thinking smugly. “What, disappointed I’m just the driver?
He had nned to drive her to the Grant <b>Manor</b>, but instead, he swerved the steering wheel, heading directly to a posh, newly opened apartmentplex with few residents.
A whileter, Matthew parked, opened the door, and said bluntly. “Get out”
Valerie hesitated, feeling that she and Matthew should have <b>a </b>proper talk.
Just as she was about to speak<b>, </b>his intense gaze silenced her, and she found herself obediently following him.
He led her to the fifth floor, keyed in the code, and opened the door to a moderately sized apartment with two bedrooms, <b>a </b>living room, and floor- to–ceiling <b>windows </b>facing south.
“The apartment is under my name, so forget the mortgage,” Matthew started. “It’s <b>a </b>twenty–minute drive to <b>your </b>office, <b>easy </b>formunting. The ce in’t fully furnished yet. You <b>can </b>pick whatever you like, I’ll foot the bill. But in return, I expect you to <b>handle </b>some chores. My job keeps me <b>busy</b>, and I travel a lot, so I won’t always be here. You can bring friends over, I won’t meddle..
Overwhelmed by his spiel, <b>Valerie </b>cut him off. “Mr. Grant, what are you genting at?”
He paused, giving her a mocking look. “Since we’re married, we should live together, right? <b>Mrs. </b>Grand
His voice was even, yet it hit her like <b>a </b>punch to the chest.
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