Chapter 25
jedians stood at the airport exit, holding a bunch of tulips, eagerly waiting.
She wore a beige coat, her hair tied up in a bun, looking obedient and cute.
A cold breeze swept in from somewhere, and she sniffled, instinctively pulling her coat tighter around herself.
Matthias was supposed to arrive at 8.00 pa. Sure enough, a familiar figure appeared as soon as the clock struck eight.
As the tall, imposing man stepped into view, memories flooded her mind like a movie playing in her head.
The image of him holding her in his arms, comforting her, instantly resurfaced
He wore a black mid–length coat and a gray scart, exuding a calm and refined demeanor. But only she knew how much cruelty and madness lay hidden beneath that seemingly gentle exterior.
Matthias Bennett, the man who had brought her back to his home.
When their eyes met, she felt a chill from the authority and coldness in his gaze. Without thinking, she lowered her head. Shadows enveloped her as his
familiar scent surrounded her.
She carefully held out the tulips. “These are for y
Her voice trembled, filled with guilt and fear
you. I remember you like them.”
Matthias didn’t take the flowers, and the pressure of his presence only grew stronger.
The crowd at the exit was dense, but it felt like the whole world had faded away.
The arm cradling the bouquet started to tremble with fatigue. Gently, she reached out to straighten his scarf. “Matthias,” she murmured, her tender tone seeming to infuse the tense atmosphere with a sense of calm
Before she could react, he seized her wrist in one swift motion, pulling her into his arms. “Growing some guts, huh? Hmm?
His deep, magnetic voice was laced with clear danger. It had been nearly three years. She had never contacted him, rebellious to such an extent. Was it true that he had spoiled her too much, like others had said?
Her heart skipped a beat. “I…”
“You can start thinking about what you’ll say to me later.” His tone remained dangerous.
She felt like crying
He didn’t wait for her to say anything, he let go of her, took her hand firmly in his, and led her away from the airport exit.
Liam was waiting outside, and when he saw them, he respectfully opened the car door.
When Juliana saw the car, she was shocked. “Did you airlift the car here?“”
“This was Matthias exclusive car from Fayndale. He’d shipped it all the way here. Did that mean he wouldn’t be leaving Hashbourne anytime soon?
er chest, already right with tension, clenched even harder.
Mattisias glanced down at her, who barely reached his chest. Her throat went dry under his BAZE.
“Ms. Bennett,” Liam addressed her respectfully.
She nervously nodded. “Liam.”
As soon as she spoke, Matthias grabbed her and threw her into the car. He followed immediately, his powerful presence overwhelming
She hastily retreated to the far corner of the car, though the attempt to hide was pointless. The instant the engine started, his hand had already clamped
onto her arm
Before she could even register what was happening, he had pulled her into his lap.
“Don’t do this…”
Her face turned bright red. “I’m grown up now.”
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His cold fingertip gently traced her loy cheek, lingering at her chin.
She couldn’t bring herself to meet his gaze.
The atmosphere crackled with a palpable, dangerous tension, causing her heart to instinctively clench with fear. But escape was impossible.
“So, you’re all grown up now and think you’ve got wings, huh?”
Juliana began, “L”
“Did you have fun these past three years?”
* teft like a locfe to her heart
So nung things had happenest in the past few days. Despite it all, she hadn’t felt any sense of grievance, and in her interactions with those indivibasis, she’d been finely defensive, like a threatened porcupine.
In contrast, the sight of Matthias now evoked a paintal, bitter feeling in her chest, and tears welled up in her eyes against her will. She sniffled. “It’s mod
Her expression, as though she were a child bullied outside, was full of the bitterness of someone who had been wronged.
He scoffed. “Just two more months What’s the difference?
That was how long it had been since she returned to Hashbourne–only two months until three years had passed.
She wanted to lower her head, but he wouldn’t let her. His grip tightened, forcing her to meet his gaze. “Don’t you have anything to say to me?”
“There’s so much.
She had a lot to say. Every time those people bullied her, she wanted to call him and ask him to deal with them.
