The following day, nca stretched as she woke up, her warm, smooth cheek brushing up against thefort of her pillow.


    Suddenly, she remembered something.


    The next instant, she sat bolt upright, her nket falling to her waist. Blinking, she shot a look at the clock on the wall. Good, good, it was only seven thirty…


    She’d thought she was about to bete.


    nca got out of bed, rubbing her eyes, and went groggily over to the bathroom to wash. Setting down her toothpaste and toothbrush, she saw Matthew’s own toothbrush next to the sink… huh, it felt a bit suggestive putting her toothbrush next to his.


    nca set down her toothbrush happily, then froze when she reached the doorway.


    What was she thinking?


    What did Matthew’s personal things have to do with her? They were just in an arrangement…


    nca suppressed her roiling emotions. Mrs. Brown was getting breakfast ready. Seeing ncae down from upstairs, she said hurriedly, “Madam, the young master’s gone out for a jog. We can eatter.”


    “He’s gone running?” nca came downstairs against the railing and looked outside. Not seeing a single thing, she said mindlessly, “Matthew also jogs?” That was just too fine a specimen of a man, wasn’t it?


    She’d heard the discussions about Matthew yesterday, saying that he was a rare genius ofmerce, bing CEO at barely twenty years of age. Grasping Oakshire’s economic lifeline in his hands, he was even one of the richest men of the country…


    With how busy his work kept him, he still put in the time to work out. No wonder he had a great body.


    nca stroked her chin. Seeing her in such a state, Mrs. Brown got it. “Missing the young master now that you didn’t see him when you got up, madam?”


    “What are you talking about Mrs. Brown!”


    nca’s face went red and was about to argue with her when Matthew walked in, saw her blush, and grew a little confused.


    “You’re back, sir? We were just talking about you. The madam got anxious not seeing you in the morning.” Mrs. Brown was smug as could be.


    nca had no defense for the situation.


    Matthew thought nothing of it and shot a mild look at nca. Seeing her ears red, he said politely, “I’m going to change. You can eat ahead of me.”Copyright by N?v/elDrama.Org.


    “…sure.”


    nca shot a petty look at Mrs. Brown, who was all smiles as she went into the kitchen. nca pulled up a chair and sat down. A little whileter, Matthew had alreadye down in fresh clothes, smelling faintly of soap. nca could tell that he’d showered.


    Matthew pulled up a chair next to her and sat. Seeing nca’s distracted state, he thought that she was still shaken over yesterday.


    “They’ve taken care of everything, don’t worry,” he said. “And… I’lle home with you from now on.”


    “Okay, thank you!”


    Was that a promise?


    nca was still thinking about what she needed to get done in the office, when she heard Matthew’s words and beamed. She wasn’t a stunning beauty, but she had an advantage in looking like an untainted sheet of paper, emanating youth and sunshine.


    Seeing her smile was like the sun at eight to nine am.


    Matthew actually flinched at the smile.