Clarissa removed the facial sheet and showed Matthew her proud grin while running her fingers across his face in an arrogant manner.
“I guess it’s time to tell you the truth since things have gotten to the point of no return! I had a series of plastic surgery back in the day! That was the reason behind my timeless beauty! In the middle of the night, I’ll sneak my way to a hidden chamber when you’re in a deep slumber to make sure everything is fine! You have never seen me, and never will you get to see the vulnerable me! Hahaha! As long as you listen to me, I’ll always be the gorgeous wife of yours!”
Clarissa wrapped up her orated speech with a vicious grin and laughter.
On the other hand, Matthew responded to her seemingly hilarious joke with a stern look. He started sizing her up with his brows arched and asked in a callous tone, “If that’s the case, what’s wrong with the things you have here? Has the surgical operation failed or something?”
He started fondling Clarissa’s busty figures with his fingers as he finished his sarcastic remarks.
Clarissa was taken aback by the man’s response as it was nothing close to the ones she had in mind.
She then glared at him and asked, “Are you indicating I’m not able to please you with these?”
Startled by the question, Matthew immediately responded with a satisfied beam and reassured Clarissa, “N-No! I-I think they’re of the right sizes!”
She was considered above average after giving birth to Damian. The thing he had brought up was merely something to pull her leg.
Nonetheless, things had gotten to the point of no return. Clarissa instructed in a callous tone, “Get out of my sight!”
She shrugged him off and turned around, indicating she was irked for real as he had failed to play along with her when she did her best to pull off the act.
Has he just indicated I’m not a match for the average women out there? What the heck? How dare he pick on me when he’s aware that’s a taboo topic? He needs to be mindful of his choice of words in the future!
In an attempt to please the infuriated Clarissa, Matthew repeated himself with an aggrieved look, “Clare, I’m just playing along with you and trying to pull your leg! You’re not supposed to take that seriously!”
“Ha! Who knows if you’re disguising your frustration with an attempt to pull my leg? I can’t figure out if it’s just another joke or not!”
“No! I’m just joking!”
“That’s enough! The more you try to explain yourself, the more suspicious you seem!”
“No! Allow me to explain my—”
“Nope! If you’re trying to explain yourself, it means you’re trying to hide something from me! In other words, you’re not going to tell me the truth!”
Matthew was rendered speechless as he couldn’t seem to talk any senses into Clarissa. She could easily rebuke his statement and made it sound as though he was the one at fault.
Is this the reason others have always warned men to stop picking on a woman? I guess she’s also a woman who knows her way around the words, huh?
After a few minutes of silence, Matthew thought it wouldn’t be wise to stir things up more than he had. Otherwise, he would get himself into another nasty situation.
In the end, he got out of bed and made his way to the study. Once he returned to the room after he had everything sorted out, he noticed Clarissa was seated upright on the bed, staring in the direction of the entrance.
What’s going on again? Have I done anything wrong? Have I said anything I’m not supposed to? Has anything occurred when I’m away?
Clarissa was irked because he left her alone in the middle of the fight when she had been anticipating him to explain himself.
It was the worst option to leave a woman alone when they were infuriated. There was a huge tendency they would overthink things. Unfortunately, Matthew thought things were supposed to work the other way round.
Immediately after he figured out his mistakes, he joined her in bed and tried everything he could just to please her.
Once they were roused from sleep the next day, Clarissa behaved as though the conflict had never occurred.
She carried on with the topic and asked, “Why won’t Mrs. Wynter stop getting gathering my information? Has she started to be suspicious?”
Matthew beamed in satisfaction as he was impressed Clarissa could keep a straight face in spite of the fight they had last night.
“I think that’s most probably the case.”
“Huh? What am I supposed to do? If she’s aware of my identity, she’s definitely going to make a fuss out of it! Worst of all, I might have to deal with those from the Smallwoods! Hubby, you need to help me!” Clarissa finished her sentence in a coquettish manner.
Matthew couldn’t stand Clarissa’s mellifluous voice. He looked at her in the eyes and announced with a bright grin, “Just ignore them!”
Clarissa turned around and started behaving like Damian. She announced with her arms tucked and her chest held high, “Hey! I’m going to be mad for real!”
Chuckling, Matthew approached her and held her firmly in between his arms. He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek, assuring her in a hushed voice, “You’ll get to live your life as usual! Can they do anything to force you into submission when I’m around? If they try anything silly, I’ll teach them a lesson on your behalf!”
Clarissa was well aware it was one of Matthew’s attempts to flirt with her. She inched away from him as she was afraid of letting loose of herself.
She covered her ears and stopped herself from being teased. “You better keep your promise in mind and rush over to my side when I need you!”
“Huh? Can you have a little faith in me?”
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