CHAPTER 1102 SASHA'S CONFESSION

Veronica kneaded her temples, annoyed. "Hendrey must be crazy."

They finally put an end to the matter with the hidden clan and yet, Hendrey brought Lamia back to the country.

Who knew what would happen if Lamia were to encounter Eleanor?

...

…

Matthew was all tied up because of work at Metric Technology. Suddenly, with a loud bang, the office door flung open. Sounds of arguments could be heard. "You can't enter the office, you really can't—"

"Matt?"

Standing by the door was Sasha, who dressed sexily. She stared blankly at Matthew sitting behind the desk. A smile blossomed on her face, filled with excitement.

The secretary quickly apologized, "President Kings, I'm really sorry. I couldn't stop her."

Matthew glanced at Sasha. His indifferent gaze showed no surprise. He then shifted his focus back to his work while waving his hand to signal the secretary to leave. From .

The secretary walked out of the office and closed the door.

Sasha, still immersed in astonishment, walked stiffly towards Matthew. "Matt..." Her voice was choking with sobs. "I knew it, I knew that you're still alive..."

She covered her rosy lips as tears streamed down her face, looking all pitiful.

However, he couldn't be bothered to look at her anymore, hence the aloof question. "Anything I can help you with?"

In response to his icy tone, the grief on her face gave way to displeasure. Her facial muscles stiffened as she bit her red lips in distress. "Matt, we've known each other for so many years. You know how I feel about you. Why are you willing to sacrifice so much for that despicable Veronica Murphy, but unwilling to spare me a second glance? I've said this before—she's not a good person. But you're still head over heels for her. Now that she's abandoned you, are you still going to be stubborn?"

After Matthew's 'death,' Sasha left Bloomstead with Hendrey and headed to his country. In a small courtyard in the countryside, she lived a secluded life just to escape from reality.

By chance, she learned that Matthew was still alive and that he had divorced Veronica. Almost instantly, she flew back to Bloomstead.

He signed his name at the bottom of the document, closed the file, and placed it aside. Only after he closed the cap of the pen that he look up at her.

They had not seen each other for several months, and she had become thinner with a haggard look.

His brows furrowed. "Why did you lose so much weight?"

No matter what, they were good friends who went through dire straits together. Matthew couldn't turn a blind eye to Sasha's forlorn state.

Despite her teary eyes, she tugged her hair behind her ear and smiled. "I knew it. You still care about me."

"Did that sc*mbag mistreat you?" He reclined in his chair, interrogating like how an elder brother would do.

She ignored his question and took a step forward in her high heels. "Matt, what's happening these days? How did you 'come back to life?' And you had your arm severed, why do you seem fine now?"

She asked in disbelief. She even reached out to pinch the arm that was supposed to be injured. The soft touch of the arm was absolutely real.

Matthew suddenly stood up and subtly moved a step to the side. "We can talk but no touching."