Chapter 132 Not an Antique


    Having been through a shock, nca went back to the room early that night.


    She thought and thought and felt that whatever it was, she must have been blind before. Was she that


    bad a judge of character? Taking a shine to swine like Todd.


    She picked up the pillow by her side and strangled it resentfully, suddenly recalling Matthew.


    Even if she was to take a shine to someone, it’d have to be someone like Matthew, right? Then she


    realized what she was thinking and tossed the pillow in her arms away. Good god what was she doing


    clutching at his pillow? Mentally ravishing him?


    Was she supposed to swoon into his arms after being saved? She wasn’t some antique damsel!


    Besides, even if she was to swoon into his arms, with someone at Matthew’s level, he wouldn’t return


    her affections anyway. nca sucked in her breath through her nose and warned herself not to get


    starstruck again.


    Just a few minutes after she calmed down, the door clicked open. nca was sitting on the bed and


    hadn’t even thought of the right posture to receive him, so she took over the air conditioning nket


    and covered her legs.


    “Here. From Mrs. Brown.”


    “…huh?” nca looked at the bags tossed on the bed, packed with packs and poultices for bruising.


    Did Mrs. Brown know she’d been hurt?


    Before nca could even ask, Matthew had loosened his necktie and turned to head inside the


    bathroom.


    The sound of running water came from inside.


    nca crawled over to the medicine on her knees, a smile wafting up on her lips. Whether it was from


    Mrs. Brown or Matthew, the thought of being cared for made her feel warm and fuzzy.


    When Matthew got out, nca was still in the same posture. He frowned, gaze falling on the medicine.


    “You’re not using it?”


    “Well… it’s just scrapes and bruises. No need to rub anything on.”


    nca had gotten hurt before and never taken it seriously.


    Matthew, though having just showered, was in pale grey pajamas, and the sense of authoritying


    off him was considerably lessened. Instead, he emanated the… gentle aura of a mature man.


    If not for those eyes, he’d be sickly sweet.


    “Scrapes and bruises?” Matthew walked over to the bed and sat down, the mattress crumpling to make


    way for him. “nca, I won’t tolerate my people having even the smallest scrape or bruise, got it?”


    With nca blinking and looking doe-eyed up at him, Matthew extended his long arms and yanked her


    over directly. Maybe because it was a convenient posture, but ncanded square into his embrace


    the next moment.


    Before realizing anything was wrong, he held her in ce. “Don’t move.”


    With that, he unscrewed the medicine box, rubbed the ointment on his hand, andid his hand softly on


    nca’s neck…


    “I-I can do it myself!”


    nca was short-circuiting. Since when had she had such close contact with a man? Much less a man


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    this handsome.


    She jerked her neck and tried to escape his arms, but Matthew held her in ce, his voice a little


    deeper now as hemanded, “I told you not to move. Didn’t you understand me?”


    Matthew was never one to waste words, and his decisions rarely changed because of others. If nca


    didn’t want to rub the medicine on herself, he was free, so he could just do it for her.


    Matthew’s technique was gentle and his motions were slow. nca suddenly didn’t dare speak, or


    even breathe.


    Feeling that hand move around her neck, her ears slowly reddened…