After thinking about it for some time, she settled on hiding the three pieces of clothing inside the drawer with her undergarment.
Matthew would not rummage through these anyway.
Although she was no longer worried, every time she changed she would see them. Clarissa could not help but blush bashfully each time.
She got used to it after a few times. She was still confused about these three pieces of clothing.
Why is it sexy to wear clothes like these?
I don’t see anything sexy about it.
Isn’t sexiness something you’re born with? One is sexy as long as one has a good figure. Wearing skimpy clothes can’t change your figure.
This little scrap of material just doesn’t look good.
Clarissa did not concern herself with the size of her chest. She was not the one who got to enjoy them after all.
Once she stepped out of the shower and changed into pajamas, she went downstairs. She had gone for a photoshoot at Ellie’s company again earlier that day. For that, her best friend even wanted to split the bonus with her.]
As far as Clarissa was concerned, she was only doing her a small favor. However, Ellie was a stubborn girl and she was very insistent on giving it to Clarissa, which put her in a tough spot. Somehow, she felt that there was another reason but Ellie was not telling her about it.
Hence, she went downstairs to see Matthew. He was checking his phone and Clarissa did not think much of it as she assumed that he was checking his mailbox.
She took a seat next to Matthew. She frowned in confusion and raised her head to ask, “Uncle Matthew, today Ellie… What are you looking at?”
The picture looks familiar and it looked like a woman’s photo.
Clarissa’s face fell. I can’t believe Matthew is interested in such things.
She was extremely upset.
Matthew turned his head and looked at her crestfallen expression. He laughed inwardly and his eyes twinkled with amusement.
“Yep. I’m looking at some pretty girl.”
Clarissa’s brows drew even tighter together.
She wanted to say something, but she did not have a good reason to make an argument.
They say that all men like things like that, both in photo and video form. But how can he be so self-righteous about it even after I caught him red-handed?
He already has me. Why does he need to look at other women?
Am I not good enough?
A wave of sadness and hurt washed over her. Tears welled up in Clarissa’s eyes but she tried to keep them from falling. She suppressed the anger within her.
Her tone was flat as she asked Matthew, “Is she as pretty as me?”
Matthew put on a mask of mock sincerity and said, “She is very pretty. Much prettier than you.”
The skimpily dressed Clarissa was definitely better looking than the modestly dressed Clarissa!
Clarissa choked on his answer and glared at Matthew. Her fiery gaze conveyed her fury.
“Is she really that pretty? Let me take a look too.”
She wanted to see for herself the beauty that Matthew was feasting his eyes on.
Matthew chuckled and handed his phone over to her.
“Let me know what you think too.”
Clarissa received the phone, squeezing it tightly in her hand. If she was stronger, she would have crushed it in her grip.
When she opened the photos…
“Ahhhh… Matthew, you jerk… How did you get these photos? You…”
While Clarissa was shrieking, Matthew had snatched the phone back for fear that she would delete the photos.
He smiled an easy smile. His behavior was a stark contrast from Clarissa’s exaggerated and awkward panic.
She had screamed so much that her neck had turned red. Matthew reached out and tugged on her arm. Clarissa sat back down again, enveloped in Matthew’s embrace.
It was not a loving position. Matthew’s collar was soon grabbed by Clarissa as she started to interrogate him, “Did you look in my computer without my permission? Or did Ellie give them to you?”
Matthew smiled helplessly. He covered her small hand with his larger one and extracted it from his collar. “After you ran out that day, I deleted all the inappropriate photos from your laptop and saw these photos by coincidence. I thought you took such seductive photos for my enjoyment,” explained Matthew.
“You a*s…”
Matthew raised an eyebrow. Clarissa plowed on and said, “These photos were meant for me only. Who gave you permission to look at them?”
“What’s the point of you enjoying them all by yourself? Why not let me take a look too? It’s a win-win.”
“What win-win?”
She realized what he meant right after the last word fell from her lips. She gazed at his obsidian eyes and slapped her hand over his mouth.
“Don’t say it. I don’t want to hear or know about your win-win. Just delete the photos. I’m forbidding you from looking at them.”
Matthew blinked and Clarissa removed her hand.
“You’re being difficult, Clare.”
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