Chapter 692 Let Matthew Handle It
But he wasn't Matthew.
And she didn't want to make the same mistake again.
"I don't know you. Either I call the cops, or I'm heading home," Mary said, her voice icy.
The man kept staring at her. His eyes were similar to Matthew's; but at the moment, they were filled with a pitiful expression, simple and clear.
Mary turned to leave. "Let's go, we're heading back."
Shirley followed her and asked, "Are you really just gonna leave him?"
Mary replied, "Why should I care?"
Shirley said, "I thought you might take him in, try to recapture some of those old feelings. Situations like this don't happen often."
Mary sighed. "Do I look like I have nothing better to do?"
Shirley chuckled and glanced back, seeing the man still standing there, looking their way, like a lost puppy.
"He's still watching us," Shirley said.
Mary got into the car. "You go on up. I'll park the car."
"Okay."
Mary returned to her apartment and collapsed onto the couch, staring at the ornate ceiling, her mind in turmoil.
Images kept flashing through her mind—one moment, it was the first time she met Matthew; the next, it was the scene at the entrance of the complex just now.
The images overlapped and intertwined, the faces and smiles of the two men blending together, constantly testing her nerves.
Mary closed her eyes, feeling she needed to keep busy, to find something to do.
She went straight to her study and started sketching.
Keeping busy did help her forget those troubling thoughts, and soon it was evening. Her phone rang.
She massaged her temples and answered the call.
Matthew's deep, pleasant voice came through. "Why aren't you here yet?"
Mary paused, glancing at the time, realizing it was already dinner time.
She said, "I lost track of time while sketching. Give me a moment, and I'll make dinner now."
After all, Matthew was her employer, so she remained polite.
She went to the kitchen, quickly prepared a couple of dishes, and headed to the hospital.
As she left the complex, she glanced at the roadside and saw the man still in the same spot, now sitting on the curb, his eyes downcast.
Mary paused and drove past him.
At the hospital, Mary opened the food containers, took out two sets of utensils, and sat by the bed to eat.
Matthew watched her, his eyes deep, a gentle emotion flickering within them.
Mary said, "I've encountered some strange things lately. Could you have someone look into it? I don't want any more trouble."
Matthew replied, "Tell me."
Mary recounted the incident with the man.
Hearing this, Matthew frowned, took out his phone, made a call, and gave a few instructions. Then he said to her, "Don't worry, he won't bother you again."
Mary nodded. "Good job."
Matthew remained silent.
Even though everything seemed calm and the atmosphere was unusually harmonious, and she had even begrudgingly praised him, he felt no joy.
A heavy feeling, like a cloud hanging over his heart, lingered.
She seemed gentle, but the distance between them was growing.
At that moment, Mary said, "Tomorrow is the last day. After that, I won't be coming anymore."
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