Unwanted Daddy Don't Come Closer to Mommy novel Chapter 81

Matthew felt angry at the thought of the photo his mother showed him.

Clearly, it shouldn't be like this. Clearly, he wasn't so angry when he watched Sonia being taken away by Dixon last time. Why did it happen today...Was it because he felt cheated...

Sonia, under your lofty disguise, what is your heart like?

Who was the man in the photo?!

Sonia's face turned pale when she heard Matthew's words. She seemed unbelievable and whispered, "Matthew...you don't believe me?"

Matthew was silent for a while, and finally asked, "Sonia, have you ever lied to me?

Are you taking advantage of my background?"

What a ridiculous question.

Sonia's eyes were red with laughter. "Matthew, I said I didn't. Do you believe?"

Do you believe?

Matthew didn't reply, only the man's thick breath came to her ear. Sonia suddenly understood, and she gave a low laugh fearlessly. Finally, she gave up Matthew, too.

"In that case, I have nothing to say.

Thank you for your kindness. I won't bother you again.

Good night, Matthew. "

Good night, Matthew.

This phone call was like the last farewell. Sonia's voice was slightly hoarse, while Matthew realized this silent farewell.

Suddenly, his heart was occupied by a huge panic, and he felt that he lost something when he hadn’t grasped it firmly. When he finally understood where this unease in his heart came from, he just thought of Sonia's back.

Then, the beep came, and the call was hung up.

Matthew stood still, clutching his cell phone, and the delicate face of the man was somewhat frightened.

How could you pay me back when I collapsed into such a desperate life?

How were you going to pay me back?!

Sonia found herself running to a deserted street with her mobile phone in her hand. All the shops on the street were closed, but only one coffee shop showed a faint light.

The light seemed to illuminate her dark heart. Sonia got close, trying to get in and take shelter from the rain.

Her figure shook for a moment. The next second, there was a dark shadow in front of her.

The man stood beside her with an umbrella, watching her embarrassment. Her hair was wet, along with her clothes, sticking to the curve of her body, and the water drops kept falling.

Quincy just held the umbrella behind her, with a cynical smile on his unruly face. His blue-green eyes were like emeralds, quite beautiful.

His voice was frivolous, but natural and unrestrained—

"How come every time I meet you, it's when you're desperate?"