Rose and Matthew left the restaurant after they finished the meal.
Matthew didn't say anything all the way. He just looked out of the window, with his eyebrows tightened
together, as if he had something on his mind.
"What's wrong? You haven't spoken since you left the restaurant." Rose felt Matthew was a bit odd.
"Nothing." Matthew smiled dryly and shook his head.
Rose didn't ask any further. Everyone has their privacy.
In the afternoon, Rose asked Amy to make a cup of coffee for her. "I don't know what's wrong with Mr.
Sue. He seemed to be very angry and scolded all the supervisors in the meeting just now. All people
trembled in horror," complained Amy, with a cup of coffee in her hand.
"What are you staring at me for?" Rose took a sip of her coffee.
"Didn't you have lunch with Mr. Sue? Did you offend him?" Amy looked at Rose carefully.
"I offended him?" Rose nudged Amy's forehead with the tip of her finger and said, "What are you
thinking of?"
Amy rubbed her forehead. "Although Mr. Sue is always cold and strict with his subordinates, he has
rarely been so angry as today. If it wasn't you who upset Mr. Sue, then what happened to him?"
"Don't be gossipy. Focus on your work." Rose said to Amy.
"Mr. Sue is the president of the company. It's reasonable that we care about him." Amy cupped her chin
in her hand, "Mr. Sue has been a single parent for so many years, and is abstained from sex for too
long. Do you think that's the reason he is being so angry? Should we fix him up?"
"How could you know so much? That's not the thing we should interfere into." Rose thought Amy was
thinking too much. "Alright, let's go to work."
"You are on good terms with Mr. Sue. Aren't you concerned about him?" Amy said before she left.
Rose went on working. But suddenly, something flashed through her mind. She stopped typing and
recalled what had happened.
She suddenly realized that Lana looked alike the woman with heavy makeup she met in the
underground parking lot last time.
At that time, Matthew was also a bit strange. What he acted today was out of his character. Was it
related to Lana?
If so, then Matthew's anger might have been justified.
Although Rose had this idea in her heart, she didn't call Matthew or ask him.
It was his personal matter and she would not ask him if he did not want to talk about it.
At the end of the day Rose was waiting for Bright to pick her up. Matthew's car was pulled up in front of
her and he said, "Let me take you home."
"No, thanks. He'll be here in a minute." Rose shook her head.
Matthew understood and was about to leave when Rose called to him, "Mr. Sue, you have been single
for a long time. If you have someone in your mind, go chase her, or you might lose her."
Matthew was stunned and then looked at Rose with a smile. "You are a bit talkative today."
"I'll be leaving in a few days. Don't miss me too much," Rose smiled as she spoke.
"With Mr. Lee around, I dare not do it." Matthew fought back and drove off.
Matthew first went to pick up his son, and then went to the supermarket to buy some vegetables and
daily necessities. After His mother had left, the refrigerator was empty.
Besides, he had been fed up with the food in the hotel during this period of time and wanted to make
something by himself.
Wyatt got Matthew to buy new Legos and was very happy, playing with toys all the way home.
As Matthew and Wyatt went to the kitchen with vegetables, Matthew said, "You can't play with your toys
until you finish your homework."
"Yes, Dad."
Matthew then took off his suit jacket, put on an apron and began to cook.
Matthew was very skillful at cooking. After all, he had been with his son for many years alone, and he
had grown into a master of cooking from the man who knew nothing.
Soon, he had the meal ready.
"Wyatt, dinner's ready. Go wash your hand and have dinner," Matthew said to Wyatt.
Wyatt then went to wash his hands and helped Matthew with his meal.
They sat at a table with two dishes and a soup: beef fried with celery, stir-fried spinach, and a tomato-
and-egg soup.
Matthew filled some soup for Wyatt. "Have some soup before you eat," he said. "You have to finish the
rice today. Only when you become strong, can you protect the people you want to protect."
"Yes, Dad," Wyatt picked up the soup and took a sip. "Daddy, I want to protect Doris when I grow up."
"Why?" Matthew's hand paused.
"I like her. She's my best friend." Wyatt's eyes were lit up as he spoke of Doris.
"There's something I need to tell you. Doris may be leaving the school." Matthew stared at his son.
"Why?" Wyatt's happy face crumpled with disappointment and he lost the appetite. "I don't want her to
leave. I'll lose my best friend. I don't want to lose my best friend."
"Doris's parents are going back to work in City J, so Doris is going to school in City J. Although you are
apart, you are still best friends."
"You can talk on the phone video so you can meet each other. Dad will take you to see her when the
holiday comes, and she can visit you when she comes back to City H."
Matthew patiently analyzed the situation for his son, "The transportation is well developed, and you can
meet her whenever you want to, or you can go to her when you grow up, right?"
When Wyatt heard that, he thought it made sense. "Dad, you're right. We are always good friends
wherever Doris is."
Matthew stroked Wyatt's hair. "Good. Have dinner."
Wyatt then gulped the food in his bowl.
After the meal, Matthew cleaned the kitchen and checked his son's homework.
Wyatt was now learning to play go, and Matthew played with Wyatt whenever he was free.
When it was time to sleep, he would let his son take a shower and go to bed. Before sleep, he would
read some stories to Wyatt, and then go about his business when Wyatt fell asleep.
The dustbin needed to be empty as the rubbish was full, so he went downstairs to throw out the rubbish
and smoked a cigarette by the way.
After smoking a cigarette, and the smell of smoke was blown away, he went back home.
Just as he stepped on the stairs, he stopped, turned his head and glanced around. Then he fixed his
cold eyes on a place and said, "Who's that? Come out."
But no one responded him.
Matthew turned and headed for a row of underbrush. It was dark under the tall trees there. If he hadn't
looked closely, he wouldn't have noticed someone was there, let alone that the person dressed in
black.
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