Having locked eyes with Heather for a while, Matthias closed the distance between them. Those tired eyes that were staring at her made her feel uncomfortable. She hadn’t expected that he would appear before her in such a way. Looking in another direction, she knew she shouldn’t be feeling sorry for him, yet she couldn’t help it.
“You don’t even dare to look at me now?” Angered, he looked at her as he continued to ask himself why he was here. Did he come to be her laughing stock?
“If there’s nothing, I’m leaving.” She was oblivious as to where his anger was coming from. She could not understand his feelings, and she was failing to distinguish when he was telling the truth and when he was not.
“I’m here to ask you to abide by the contract,” he suddenly said as he pulled out a bunch of pictures from his pocket.
Taking a glance at the pictures he was showing her, she saw Leon captured in those pictures immediately. As expected, he was here because of Leon.
“He’s my friend,” she said coldly without taking the pictures.
“Don’t you want to take a look? They’ll be the photos on the front page of newspapers and magazines tomorrow.” He seemed stubborn as he said those words. Furrowing her brow, she thought to herself, Why is he putting me in a difficult spot again?
“I’m not interested. I’m just collaborating with him. Do I have to report that to you too?” She shot him a cold gaze.
The more he behaved this way, the more it angered Heather, which in turn only made her hate him more. Moreover, she didn’t have any intentions to explain to him in the first place.
In spite of the contract between them, he had been behaving like he was her true boyfriend. It was irking her a lot, and what she loathed more was his mood swings. That was why his actions were not convincing at all.
Everytime she recalled how Matthias had liked Myra for such a long time and didn’t get to be together in the end because of a series of misfortunes, Heather would remind herself that she could not fall for him.
On top of that, he was probably mentally ill! A person like him would not be her choice of partner. That was what she kept repeating to herself to persuade herself.
“It seems like the contract doesn’t really restrict you.” As he spoke, he pulled out the contract. Out of instinct, she frowned as she wondered what he was up to now.
The next moment, he was angrily tearing the contract into pieces before throwing them into the air. Some paper shreds landed on her face, yet she remained expressionless.
No matter what it was that he would do, she would not be fazed. She had been competing with him for quite some time, so she already more or less knew his modus operandi—he wouldn’t do what most people would usually do. In other words, nobody could predict what his next step was. Looking at Heather’s composed expression, it fueled his anger even more. He really hated her expressionless face sometimes.
“Since the contract doesn’t restrict you, it can be torn. But you… I will be sure to make you pay for what you did.” He stiffly turned around as he could not bear to see her happy. It only felt right if her life was a havoc.
“Do you hate me so much?” After a few moments of silence, she finally voiced out. He must be still not letting go of what happened years ago.
It was her wrongdoings back then, and now she had to pay. It was only fair. With that thought, she smiled to herself with disdain.
“All the pain I’m going through now is caused by you,” he said word by word. It included the pain of losing Myra, and the pain he was feeling right now that was caused by her.
“Yes, it’s all because of me. You are not worthy of Myra. You didn’t back then, and you still don’t now.” She was pushing all the buttons that would irritate and trigger him. Myra deserved better. Matthias had his own problems in the first place, so it was good that Myra did not end up getting married to him.
“Shut up!” Clutching onto her wrist tightly, he seemed like he was raging with fire.
“In your eyes, I’m always a class below everyone else. People like me don’t deserve love. Is that it?” He glared at her as fury filled his eyes. He hated being looked down on, and he hated it more when it was Heather who looked down on him.
“No. Why would you be a class lower than everyone else? You’re Director Locke who’s at the top. Obviously, you’re a class higher than all of us,” she said in a mocking tone, disdain evident in her voice.
Without a word about the pain, she stared back at him stubbornly. He was already using half of his strength as he squeezed her wrist. Typically, even a grown man could not bear with such pain, yet there she was, not even wincing one bit.
“Do you know how much I hate your eyes? I want to gouge them out so badly.” He pointed at her eyes as he spoke. He loathed the gaze she was using to look at him. He loathed them to his bones.
“If you’re scared of being looked at by me, you can always look away,” she retorted effortlessly. She didn’t want to show him that she was struggling. What he was doing right now was really low, and she hated him for that.
“Don’t you think that you can fool me like you did back then.” He released his clutch on her wrist, and a dark shade of red could be seen on the spot he had forcefully held on.
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