The CEO’s Ex-Wife Can’t Escape

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Chapter 94: Anxious and Restless Airina’s POV

Matthew smirked at me, raising his goblet and chuckled. Currently, we are eating together dinner at that. The night before my dinner-date with Daniel.

“Thanks for the treat. Did something happen?”

I shrugged my shoulders, “I just feel like my money is a bit much so wasting them wouldn’t hurt.”

Matthew released a disbelief snicker, shaking his head. “Ah, I heard that your stepmother was hospitalized. Did you go to see her?”

I nodded my head, “I did. I visited her earlier,” I paused, being reminded how she looked like when she said that I didn’t need to go there. “She was weak, I must say.”

After cutting the steak on his plate, Matthew grabbed my plate and set his plate before me. What a gentleman act, ah. I smiled at him as an act of thanking his kindness.

“Do you think she will get better sooner?”

“It’s uncertain,” Accepting his kindness, I ate the steak and let the taste waft through my mouth. “I thought she wasn’t that weak, but I was wrong. Have you experienced the same thing?”

“I haven’t but I am hoping not. Because I seem to understand how painful it will feel.”

“Anyway, let’s not talk about this. I asked you here to actually say something.”

When I looked at him, his brow was lifted while his eyes were teasing as if waiting for the tea I am keeping from him. I smiled.

“I didn’t realize before, but you were my only friend.”

Matthew frowned, touching his chin. “I thought you knew?”

I laughed, “I must blame my seriousness and devotion to my work.”

“What about Jackson?”

I stiffened and the hand that was holding the knife loosened. In the end, the knife fell on the ground, scratching my leg. It was painful but I didn’t instantly feel the effect it was only when Matthew ran over to my side and grabbed the knife. The edge of it was stained with my blood.

He looked worried. “Are you fine?”

I shook my head, “… I’m fine, at least.”

“Let’s get you to the hospital.” He demanded.

I grabbed his hand, stopping him. “No, it was just a scratch. You don’t need to trouble yourself with these things. And… I can bandage myself, too.”

“You’re insane, Airina.”

Then, he pulled his hand away from me and knelt in front of me. He pulled out his own handkerchief, wrapping it around my bare leg. For some reason, the image of him tending to me made me recall how Jackson appeared to me when he protected me when someone tried to stab me.

The next scene that popped into my mind was when I saw his hand sliced by the knife the man back then used. I frowned, feeling that Jackson was done. I could only smile.

“… It seemed that something happened. If it was about the news, I have told the news and reporters to take it down if they don’t want to suffer bad consequences,” he waved his hand as if disregarding, “So, just be confident and lift your head. The more you show your weak side, the more they poke your sore spot.”

“We broke up, Matthew.”

“… What?”

I repeated, looking at my leg with displeasure. “We broke up, I said.”

“Airina, stop making these jokes. It’s not funny-”

I stared at him, slightly venting my frustration and anger. “I said Jackson and I broke up. Why can’t you believe me?”

Matthew frowned, as if distinguishing whether I am stating the truth. Yet I remained staring at him and in the end, he lowered his head and exhaled. We looked on the food. Sure enough, my appetite disappeared. I feel like it had been a long time since I saw him.

“… It’s already eight in the evening. Do you want to go home now? I can give you a ride.”

I smiled at him, nodding my head. “I guess it’s not the perfect time to eat together. I made it uncomfortable for the both of us, I apologize.”

He raised his hand, “It’s not something you should apologize for. But I do advise that if you’re missing him, you may call or text him.”

“We… gave each other space.”

“Then isn’t that good? Both of you will concentrate on yourselves first and,” he paused, nodding his head, “Realize what you truly want.”

When I arrived at my house, I saw Gly. In an instant, I crouched and hugged her.

I muttered, “I missed your father, Gly.”

Gly: ‘Meeoooww…’

“Heh, you’re just so cute.”

Gly: ‘Meow.’

At least his cat accompanies me to my house. I never dared to admit that I am missing him but somehow, I don’t want to hide it any longer. The reason why I am feeling this way anxious and restless was because of one thing.

“I missed you, Jackson.”