Chapter 94

Matthew’s face grew cold. “Mom, you sent me messages in the early hours. You know there’s a time difference between New York and here, right? That’s why I didn’t reply to your messages.”

Gabriella found it amusing. “Matty, I raised you. Do you think that I don’t recognize your little tricks? Don’t lie to me. Never mind the time difference, you still haven’t replied to me all morning.”

She strutted in her five-inch heels all the way to Matthew.

He was left speechless by her words. He clenched his fists in silence.

The sound of her heels got closer and closer. With every step Gabriella took, the air around Matthew grew colder.

By the time she was in front of him, the air around Matthew was as cold as ice. His face was expressionless, like a silent volcano.

Gabriella looked at Matthew with a half-smile. “Matty, you don’t look very happy to see me.”

“Of course, I’m not,” Matthew finally said. His voice was cold and firm as if he were talking to his enemy.

Standing on the sidelines,