Immediately afterward, Matthew brought me into a room. The room was large and sunshine could still shine into the room. He had obviously taken me into account.
"You’ll live in this room alone before the child is born." His voice was cold, but his actions were still rather human. Before leaving the room, he added, "After the child is born, we’ll have our wedding."
Leaving these words, Matthew then left the room.
I was not actually that scared now compared to when I was in the car and this was because I was aware of Matthew's feelings for me. At the very least, he would not touch me until I have given birth to the child.
I figured I could also find a way to contact the outside world during these few months.
Sighing, I paced around the room, occasionally stopping. I looked at the furnishings here. It seemed that this used to be his mother’s residence. Although one could tell from the photos on the wall that she was coming on in the years, she was smiling and looked very beautiful.
He must miss his mother a lot.
I was sitting on the edge of the bed. The sheets and pillows were all new. I could also catch the fragrance of washing powder. Matthew was meticulous but it was a pity that it was directed to the wrong person.
After an unknown amount of time, Matthew knocked on the door. "It's time to eat."
I went out and saw food on the table. "You made all of this?"
"Yes, let's eat." He was still so cold.
I could no longer see his old smile. While we were eating, I kept wanting to give voice to the question I had in my heart but I was worried that he would get agitated if I did.
Matthew noted that I was hesitant to speak. "If you have something to say, say it."
I touched my stomach and pursed my lips. "You broke up with Liz, what about the child? Don't you want your child?"
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