Chapter 111

The bathrobe was big enough to cover her body, as if a child had stolen the clothes of an adult. Her feet were covered with a large piece of cloth, and her hands and sleeves were folded several times before her fingers could be exposed. She leaned against the door and couldn't open it. She didn't know what kind of Matthew she was facing when she went out. He didn't say anything mean, but he had insulted her with his actions that she couldn't find the past. The bathroom was filled with steam, and her red and swollen eyes became moist again. She just raised her head and closed her eyes, making everything return to where it was. Her slender fingers touched the doorknob. She didn't give herself a chance to retreat and directly opened the door. When she went out, Matthew had already washed himself and sat on the sofa in front of the French window. There was no light in the room, so she couldn't see his face clearly. She only knew that there was a cigarette between his fingers. She st