Just as the couple were having a conversation, the plate that Skyler was holding slipped out of his grasp and dropped onto the coffee table with a loud clatter. What the hell? Is the guy before me still the germophobic Matt? He actually made breakfast for this little babe? He actually used the fork that this little babe had used? He actually enjoys being chided by this little babe?
Skyler felt that he must have gone insane. His mind must have been befuddled; he must have been dreaming about such a side of Matthew. He turned to look at the equally stupefied Caleb next to him in a daze. "Caleb, hurry up and give me a slap! I must be dreaming."
Like Skyler, Caleb was so shocked by Matthew's behavior that he didn't come to his senses for a long time. Upon hearing Skyler's words, he nodded with a stiff neck, raised his hand, and slapped Skyler directly across the face.
The slap was so hard that it knocked Skyler down on the sofa right away, and the resulting pain instantly brought him to his senses. Covering his cheek with his hand, he screeched at the top of his voice, "F*ck, it hurts like hell! Were you trying to kill me with a slap to my face, Caleb? Ouch, my face!"
However, Caleb shook his hand and replied, "Well, my hand hurts too... which means you're not dreaming."
Skyler winced in pain with a visible slap mark on his cheek. "Of course! How could your hand not hurt? My cheek has nearly swollen up! Were you taking the opportunity to take revenge on me? Damn it, Caleb, if my face is disfigured, this will be the end of our friendship!"
"Well, I just feared that you couldn't distinguish between dream and reality if I didn't slap you hard enough," Caleb explained.
"That being said, you shouldn't have slapped the hell out of me!"
"Do you think you'd still be alive if I had slapped the hell out of you?" "F*ck! What the hell's going on here?" Skyler was quite annoyed.
Before he could get his anger off his chest, however, he heard Veronica mumble, "Matthew, does your friend have a screw loose or something? Should we call for an ambulance? The way I see it, he's suffering from some serious mental issues." Then, she turned to look at Matthew and whispered, "Did your friend just sneak out of a mental asylum? Oh, dear! That'd be pitiful. He's quite handsome; it's just that something is wrong with his mind, which is a waste of his good looks. What a shame." She thought she was speaking in a low voice, but unbeknownst to her, Skyler heard her words very clearly and was so enraged that he was nearly unable to breathe.
Shooting an impassive glance at the two men sitting across from him, Matthew quite agreed with Veronica's words. "Perhaps you're right."
Caleb massaged his burning palm while eyeing Matthew and Veronica. Immersed in shock, even he was unable to recollect himself for a long time, let alone Skyler.
Veronica didn't put down her fork until she finished the ravioli. After wiping her mouth clean, she stood up, picked up the paper bags, and said to Matthew, "You guys have a chat, then. I'm leaving first." As she spoke, she walked past Matthew. Before she left, she even took a sympathetic look at Skyler and gave Matthew a worried look, signaling to him with her gaze.
Matthew followed Veronica's gaze to look at Skyler. Then, he saw her point at her head and mouth, 'He's not quite right in the head. You'd better stay away from him.'
Unable to contain his amusement, Matthew nodded slightly with a chuckle and watched as Veronica left the apartment with the clothes.
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