Chapter 22 How Has She Changed Again?
However, when it was time to go to bed that night, someone actually threw rocks at their windows.
Hugh went out and yelled, "Who's there throwing rocks at my house?"
Those people scattered in all directions.
Hugh went downstairs and opened the door to find a lot of rotten vegetable leaves and stinking eggs thrown outside.
"Which bastard did this?"
No one responded.
Just then, Brianna called from upstairs, "Hugh, come back up here."
Hugh hurried upstairs and saw Brianna saying in a panic, "Look at this video. So many people were helping us this afternoon, how come they've all turned around and are cursing at us now? Look, isn't this the shop owner who brought us food this afternoon? He says he wasted a bag of food and wants to come get it back tomorrow."
Hugh scrolled through the comments and was furious too.
These internet users were cursing so harshly.
[Don't you know what kind of kid you raised? Like father, like son. It's the father's fault for not teaching his child properly. How dare you go after that girl—talk about the pot calling the kettle black!]
[This family runs a driving school. Don't go there to learn driving anymore. If they raised their son like this, their teaching probably sucks too.]
[I'm going to their house later to throw stinking eggs!]
Hugh's anger rose from his toes all the way to the top of his head.
He raised his palm and slapped Brianna again, "Look at the lousy idea you came up with! Now I can't even keep my job!"
......
Matilda held her breath and kept practicing combat with Wentworth.
Wentworth could see she was clearly exhausted but still refused to rest, and he couldn't help but feel sorry for her.
This Matilda was really stubborn.
But if she wasn't stubborn, she couldn't have lived on her own since she was little.
He really couldn't bear to let her continue practicing. What if she wore herself out—how would she go to work tomorrow?
Of course, she didn't have to work. It wasn't like he couldn't support her.
But women still need to have their own careers to have confidence. He understood that.
So when Matilda charged at him with her fists again, he shifted slightly to the side and gently pulled her into his arms.
Matilda fell into his embrace. She looked at him puzzled, "Why didn't you block?"
Wentworth looked at her, his eyes radiating intense warmth, as if he was very worried about her.
Matilda met his gaze and her heart couldn't help but tremble.
But then she thought again—he must be hugging her to treat his insomnia.
Whatever, let him get a good night's sleep first.
So she hugged him tight too, then looked up at him.
This way, he should be able to sleep peacefully, right?
Wentworth had no idea the girl had so many thoughts. He thought Matilda was just tired and looking for someone to lean on.
"Matty..." he began.
"What is it?" Matilda asked, but still didn't let go of him.
Even though they were both covered in sweat.
Wentworth didn't want to let go of her either at this moment. Even though she was sweating, to him, even her sweat smelled good—like jasmine flowers.
"Matty, I know you were wronged today, but the matter has been resolved."
"Resolved?" Matilda looked at him in surprise.
"It's already this late, so it should be resolved. Before we practiced combat, I found my brother. He... knows some really good PR teams. Spent some money and got it fixed."
When Matilda heard this, she immediately let go of him and picked up her phone from the mat.
From this afternoon until now, she hadn't dared to turn on her phone to check messages.
There were tons of unread messages on her Facebook.
They were from some old classmates who had seen the video and sent it to her, asking if she needed any help.
Then when they saw public opinion had reversed, they reported back to her, asking if she was okay and not to do anything drastic.
Matilda felt warm inside. Turns out there were quite a few people silently caring about her.
She opened the video and watched for a while, seeing some teachers and classmates coming out to speak up for her, and she felt relieved.
She posted a status update with one line: [I'm fine, thank you to the friends who care about me.]
Then she put down her phone.
Maybe because she had finally let go of her burden, she started crying at that moment.
At first it was just tears, then she began sobbing out loud.
By the time Wentworth walked to her side, she was already crying her heart out.
Wentworth pulled her over, tucked her into his arms, and gently patted her back.
Cry if you want to cry. After crying it out, tomorrow will be a new day.
......
A new day came.
When Matilda got up today, she saw that Wentworth had already bought breakfast.
Thinking about how she had cried in his arms for half the night yesterday, she suddenly felt a bit embarrassed.
Wentworth didn't know why either, but when he saw her come out, he opened his arms as if to hug her.
She quickly backed away.
Hugging so early in the morning—wasn't he worried about sleeping too much during the day and not being able to sleep at night?
Better save this hug for the evening!
Wentworth was confused again.
Last night she had wiped all her tears and snot on his clothes. How come she got up this morning and was so cold again?
He really didn't understand women.
If it were his buddies from the army, after hugging the day before, they'd definitely be joking around the next morning.
"Wentworth, did you sleep well last night?" Matilda asked.
"I slept pretty well."
Matilda nodded with satisfaction, then said, "I'm hungry, I want to eat breakfast."
"Sure." Wentworth said, then thoughtfully poured her a glass of milk.
"Thanks."
"You're welcome."
The two of them interacted as politely as friends.
"Wentworth, are you bored being home alone every day?" Matilda asked again.
Wentworth asked puzzled, "Not bored. Everyone needs to learn to be alone and be with themselves to truly understand their own heart."
"That's good then."
Wentworth was confused again. What did she mean by "that's good"?
Actually, Matilda was worried he'd be bored at home alone all day. She was thinking of taking him to the park for a walk after work tonight.
Since he didn't need it, never mind. He probably didn't need her company either—just needed her to hug him before bed.
After Matilda left for work, Wentworth picked up his phone and sent Charles a message: [Charles, thank you for handling that video thing for Matty yesterday.]
Charles was eating bread in the villa's dining room. Seeing the message, he replied: [How are you planning to thank me?]
[A nice dinner, then.]
[No need. Come check out the Gonzaga Group Building. It's your company too.]