Cannot Wait For Him Turning Back novel Chapter 5

Matthew’s mind raced with vivid images of me and Tyler walking away, the scene replaying like a haunting melody that wouldn’t fade. His heart pounded in his chest, each beat a reminder of his growing anxiety.

Perhaps it was time to stop indulging in childish whims.

Perhaps, after all these years of navigating the complexities of life, I had indeed transformed in ways he hadn’t fully grasped.

He found himself mulling over a myriad of “maybes,” each one more unsettling than the last.

As the clock struck 6 p.m., Matthew arrived at a dinner hosted by their partners, Quilla in tow.

He had not laid eyes on me all day, and now, as he cradled his glass of wine, he felt a sense of distraction wash over him.

Had he crossed a line this time?

The thought hit him like a bolt from the blue, leaving him momentarily breathless.

He pressed his lips into a thin line, emptied his glass in one swift motion, and instinctively reached for his phone, ready to send me a message.

But before he could type a single word, one of the partners approached him, breaking his train of thought.

“Mr. Grant, regarding the proposal from last time…”

Matthew froze, his mind scrambling to set aside his personal turmoil and switch gears into professional mode.

The conversation flowed smoothly at first, a careful exchange of ideas and insights, until a jarring voice cut through the air like a knife.

“Mr. Grant, this dessert is absolutely divine!”

Quilla stood there, her small hands clutching a chocolate cupcake, her eyes wide with innocent delight.

The atmosphere shifted; the partners’ faces clouded over with irritation at the interruption.

Yet, blissfully unaware of the tension, Quilla beamed and playfully nudged the cupcake toward Matthew’s lips.

Caught off guard, he found himself with chocolate and cream smeared across his face, a comical disaster unfolding in real time.

Quilla gasped, her eyes widening in shock, and instinctively reached out to wipe the mess away.

Matthew jerked back as if her touch were a scalding flame.

“Enough!” he snapped, the word escaping his lips with an edge that surprised even him.

Quilla froze, her expression shifting from joy to confusion as tears began to well up in her eyes. “Mr. Grant, what’s wrong? You weren’t like this before.”

Taking a deep breath, Matthew struggled to find the right words. But as he glanced at the partners, he caught their awkward, judgmental stares.

When they noticed him looking back, Mr. Watson forced a stiff smile. “Mr. Grant, you seem quite busy. Perhaps we should discuss the proposal another time?”

The others quickly chimed in, eager to escape the uncomfortable scene.

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