Jenny was spiraling in turmoil. What should she do? She suddenly remembered the phone number Matthew had left. Hastily, she pulled out her phone and called him.
Matthew, in the president’s office at Wealthwave Group, saw that Rachel was on a call. Out of boredom, he took a sip of her coffee.
A bitter, rich flavor spread across his palate. He frowned, not expecting Rachel to have her coffee without sugar. It was pure bitterness. Matthew set down the cup. He’d experienced enough bitterness in his childhood, and he now preferred to live a flavorful life instead. This kind of coffee wasn’t to his liking.
Rachel remained silent after she hung up, seemingly contemplating something, and frowned. After a while, she took a sip of her coffee. Furrowing her brows, she asked, “Did you drink my coffee?” She had made a cup of coffee, but it was already half gone when she hadn’t even taken a sip.
Matthew nodded. “Yeah, it’s quite bitter.”
Rachel was dumbstruck. She had shared a cup with him and even drunk the rest. “Matthew, you’re too much! How could you share a cup with me?”
Matthew was unbothered. “What’s the big deal? We’ve already slept in the same bed anyway.”
“Why, you!” Outraged, Rachel was rendered speechless. Glowering at him, she resembled a kitten whose tail had been stepped on. Matthew drank in the sight before him. Rachel looked like an ice queen when expressionless, but she was surprisingly cute when angry. Just as he became lost in her beauty, his phone rang. He glanced at it and realized it was Jenny.
Seeing that Matthew intended to answer the phone, Rachel was annoyed. “You haven’t explained why you did that. Explain yourself before you answer the call.”
Matthew ignored her and answered the call. Jenny’s sobs echoed from the other end of the line before he’d even spoken a word. “Help, Matt! Save my brother! Please hurry and come. I’m at the clinic.”
Matthew’s heart raced at her alarm. Jenny sounded devastated, like the desperate cry of a dying beast. Her voice was filled with despair and desolation. Not having much time to think, he responded promptly, “I’ll be there soon.”
He hung up and turned to Rachel. “I’m taking a day off. I need to go out.” He spun around and left immediately.
As Rachel watched him leave, she huffed. “I didn’t even approve your leave! I have yet to settle the score with you for drinking my coffee.” With that, she took her coffee and was about to pour it into the trash can. Her foot was on the pedal, prompting the lid of the trash can to open as she hovered the cup above it.
She suddenly paused. Rachel brought the cup to her nose tentatively and sniffed it. Matthew’s scent seemingly lingered on the cup. Frowning, she stared at the cup for a moment and finally lifted it to her lips. She tasted the coffee. She smacked her lips and savored the coffee, realizing that it tasted different from before. Her cheeks flamed as she took another small sip. Closing her eyes, she carefully savored the taste. She felt as if his scent was all over her palate.
A car sped down the lane, overtaking all the other cars along the way. Finally making it to Jenny’s clinic, Matthew rushed inside and found Jenny bawling her eyes out on the ground. He helped her up in a haste and questioned, “What happened to your brother? Where is he?”