Marrying The Supposed Gold Digger (Valerie) novel Chapter 232

Chapter 232 

Just as Matthew was about to let go, she seemed to sense his intention and her soft hands clutched at his shirt. He had no choice but to hold her in his arms again. Valerie curled up in his embrace like a little cat, even draping one leg over him. 

Her conservative nightgown, due to an unconscious movement, had ridden up almost to her thighs. 

“Umm don’t go… don’t leave me…” she murmured 

Manhew was taken aback for a moment 

What is she talking about? he thought. 

Matthew’s eyes grew darker. She was usually so composed, always smiling as if that was her only emotion. It was only at times like this that a different side of her would show, and he had to admit that he really liked this side of her that was rarely shown to others 

His gaze swept over her slender, delicate neck, and as in was about to slide down. 

Daddy don’t go 

Matthew paused for a moment and then instantly became calm. 

Is she really asleep?‘ he wondered. 

Matthew deliberately shook Valerie, but she didn’t move, which made him furrow his brows in resignation and put her on the bed. 

Matthew thought to himself, ‘So she’s thinking about her father. But considering how Ruth has repeatedly made things difficult for her, almost ruining her, her father has never shown up once, as if he were dead. Clearly, he’s not a man of responsibility. What’s there to miss about such a father that she can’t bear to let him go even in her dreams? 

Matthew’s stern expression grew darker, his brows furrowing deeper. 

*Moreover, she has been getting less and less polite with him lately he sneered inwardly. 

It took Matthew a while to suppress the restlessness inside, and he lay down beside her. 

When Valerie woke up the next day, Matthew was no longer there, and the sound of Sophia calling her for breakfast came from outside the door. 

“Coming, Mrs. Grant,” Valerie replied. 

Not wanting to keep Nolan and Sophia waiting, Valerie quickly got out of bed. As she dressed, she realized something was amiss. When had she gotten into bed last night? 

Upon opening the bedroom door, she was enveloped by the steamy aroma of food. Sophia called out to her, urging her to come over. I’ve made some Clam Chowder. Come have sounc 

Of course, the Clam Chowder was originally prepared by the Grant family cook and delivered, but Sophia didn’t need to mention that to Valerie. 

Sophia scooped a generous portion for Valerie In addition to the Clam Chowder, there was a variety of breakfast dishes on the table. Nolan wasn’t having Clam Chowder. Instead, he accompanied his meal with a cup of coffee. After watching him eat for a while, Valerie could tell whose dining habits Matthew had inherited. Like Nolan, he had a light taste and didn’t eat much. 

“Val hurry up and eat. Don’t you like Clam Chowder? Sophia asked.