Unemployed Family? Hidden Tycoons Dote On Her novel Chapter 610

Arabella's eyes lit up with a bright, curious spark, which only made Matthew feel an unexpected twinge of irritation. "You seem more excited about Brielle than anything else."

"She's a close friend," Arabella explained simply.

"But you're both women," Matthew pointed out, unable to hide his reluctance.

Seeing his darkened expression, Arabella frowned slightly. "I'm aware of that."

That was precisely why they got along so well.

"Don't you think you're a little too invested in her?" Matthew pressed, his tone edged with displeasure.

Arabella blinked, caught off guard, before his meaning finally dawned on her. Her eyes widened in disbelief. "Matthew, what are you implying?"

"We're good friends—and since you mentioned Caleb is hosting, I was just asking if Brielle would be here." She shot him a sharp, disapproving look. "Are you reading too much into this?"

"Dr. Hamilton, that's not what Mr. Stewart meant," Andy jumped in quickly to clarify.

Truth was, Matthew was just stirring up jealousy over nothing. And Arabella, sharp as she was, hadn't even picked up on it.

"Exactly," Arabella muttered under her breath, "he's just acting strange out of nowhere."

Andy glanced sideways at Matthew. Taking in his stormy expression, he couldn't help but feel a wave of helplessness.

He drew a quiet breath and tried to smooth things over. "Dr. Hamilton, what Mr. Stewart really meant was... it might be better to keep a little healthy distance from Ms. Miller. Even the closest friends don't need to be attached at the hip."

There, he'd finally patched that up. Andy sighed inwardly.

Boss, could you please not get jealous over another woman? Seriously?

"We're here," Matthew said coolly, his voice clipped.

"Oh, right—we've arrived," Andy replied, only then noticing the car had pulled up to the hotel entrance.

Once the driver parked, Andy stepped out first and opened the rear door.

Matthew exited, then offered his hand to Arabella in a gentlemanly gesture, waiting.

Arabella glanced at his outstretched hand, placed hers in it, and let him help her out of the car.

Without letting go, Matthew laced his fingers through hers and led her toward the hotel with long, confident strides.

Still somewhat dazed, Arabella looked down at their joined hands. Before she could fully process it, Matthew had already guided her into the bustling banquet hall.

The moment guests spotted the two of them walking in hand in hand, the lively chatter in the hall died down into a stunned silence.

Oh my god, is this for real? Not only was Matthew here with a date, but they were actually holding hands!

"Who is that woman?"

"I've seen her before—I think she's friends with Hamilton's third son."

"A friend of the Hamilton heir? Then what's she doing with Mr. Stewart, and like that...?"

She looked up at him, eyes full of questioning, and tried to send a silent signal. Let go of my hand!

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