Are you short of money


    Matthew’s face changed a little. The atmosphere at the room seemed to be frozen.


    “Is there something else?” Eventually, nca gave in, for she still needed his help to meet Mr. Butler.


    She looked down at the hand holding her wrist. She found Matthew had such nice hands, his fingers all


    white and slender. She wondered why he always liked to hold her wrists.


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    “Are you short of money, nca?” asked Matthew suddenly.


    The question came as a surprise to nca. She froze for an instant and then she shrugged her


    shoulders. “Well, you’re right. I like money. I like it a lot, as much as everyone else in the world. Most


    people work for money, just like me. So, my dream is to make a ton of money,” said nca with a


    smile.


    Matthew looked mildly surprised. Evidently, he had not expected nca would admit that she loved


    money. He had seen how people just could not wait to show their disdain for money as if it somehow


    showed their noble quality. More surprisingly, he thought what she said made sense.


    “Why do you like money so much?” he continued to asked.


    “I love money more than the other things in the world,” nca replied without hesitation. Then she


    talked about her childhood. When she was a child, she stayed with her grandma in a slum and was


    always cold and hungry. Her grandma could not afford to pay her school tuition, not to mention new


    clothes and schoolbags. Even an ice cream seemed impossible to her.


    nca told Matthew the story of her past calmly. When she finished, she heaved a great sigh of relief


    and kept her eyes fixed on Matthew. The man fell silent for a while and his brow was knitted. “Look.


    Since you love money so much, why don’t you use my money? I have given you my bankcard,”


    Matthew asked, confused. He had the advantage of being born into a rich family. So, he had never


    experienced financial worries before. In his mind, money could be used to buy his way out of


    everything in life. Especially, he had given nca a bankcard, for him, she didn’t have to worry about


    money any more and just needed to obey him, like many other women.


    “Why should I spend your money? I can earn it myself. Well, I really don’t want to talk about this


    anymore. I’m going to go freshen up, or I will bete for work.” nca said decisively and left.


    Mrs. Brown had made breakfast for them. Having eaten her meal quickly, nca hurried out of the


    house with Matthew. She walked behind him and didn’t notice that she had stepped into the


    underground parking lot. When she looked at cars in front of her, she was shocked. There were so


    many cars here! Are they all Matthew’s?


    “Do you need so many cars, Matthew?” asked nca in surprise. She couldn’t believe what she was


    seeing.


    “Of course,” Matthew sneered. He walked to a Porsche and stepped in. He drove to nca and


    continued, “Don’t men always like cars?”


    That made sense and nca couldn’t argue with that, although she still thought there was no need to


    own so many cars.