I remember what Annie said and closed the gate after the sun went down,

afraid that someone would break in.

After all, the developers on TV were quite fierce.

I couldn't deal with it alone.

I was sick and couldn't eat much.

I ate a few bites and I was full.

I simply lay on the old armchair left by my grandmother and took a rest.

But at this moment,

there was suddenly a series of uneven knocking sounds outside the door.

Judging from the sound, there was more than one person knocking on the door.

I was a little scared, so I tightened my coat.

I cautiously opened a small gap.

Thinking that if the person who came was fierce and evil, I would call the police.

But when I saw the person standing at the door, I was stunned.

Matt also saw me, and his calm face instantly turned gloomy, "What are you doing here?"

His words were not a question, but an accusation.

I tightly held the hem of my clothes and murmured, "This is my grandfather's house."

He seemed to think I was talking nonsense.

His face showed some displeasure.

"I mean, why aren't you staying at home? What are you doing here?"

From his tone, he knew this was my grandfather's house.

I paused and looked at him, "And what about you? What are you doing here?"

There were many people behind him, all peering at me.

Matt frowned and waved his hand slightly.

The leader instantly understood his meaning and left with the group.

Matt walked in.

His deep gaze fell on me, with visible indifference.

He looked around again and said indifferently, "Vanessa, your return cannot change the fact that this place needs to be renovated. Only by renovating here can the town have the possibility of further development."

I was stunned and nodded.

"I don't mean to stop you. I just...

"Then go back. Don't stay here anymore."

He didn't want to say anything more to me.

After saying that, he wanted to leave.

But I still wanted to ask if he could wait a little longer.

I instinctively reached out my hand, wanting to stop him, but I heard a cheerful and crisp voice coming from the door.

"Matt, there are beautiful black roses here. Can I pick them?"

With the sound, a beautiful woman broke into sight.

Rose, wearing a delicate dress, had bright eyes and white teeth. When she smiled, there were shallow dimples on both sides of her cheeks.

Just at a glance, I could tell.

She was Matt's ex-girlfriend that he couldn't let go of, and also his secretary at this point.

Rose saw me, and the smile on her face instantly faded, with a hint of disdain in her bright eyes.

She smiled, but not sincerely, "Vanessa, I didn't expect to see you here. What a coincidence."

Matt and I had been married for three years.

This time, it was our first meeting.

In the past, I always heard her name from others.

Even her photos were accidentally seen on Matt's phone.

But I had to admit she was really beautiful.

She also had the cheerfulness and confidence that I didn't have.

I smiled faintly.

I didn't say anything.

Matt glanced at me and walked towards her. Every move was a tenderness that I had never seen before. "Rose, pick some if you like. I will tell the owner of the flowers later. Be careful not to get pricked."

His voice was gentle to her.

completely different from that to me.

This was the attitude one should have towards someone they liked.

But I couldn't ask for it.

I looked at Rose enviously, but didn't notice the occasional glances from Matt.

Rose smiled happily at his words, "I know. I'm not a child anymore.'

Her gaze swept over me, raising her eyebrows slightly, with a hint of provocation.

She pretended to be generous and said, "You should talk to Vanessa. I'll wait for you outside."

Matt nodded slightly.

After she left, the tenderness on his face disappeared as well.

Instead,

he had that cold and frosty attitude again.

"I will stay here for a while, and you better go back tomorrow."

That was not my home.

The Charles family, except for Matt's recently deceased grandfather, no one liked me.

This was my only way out.

And the only place I could stay.

I looked at him and said with a stiff face, "Can you let me stay for a while longer? I will leave soon."

"Vanessa!" His tone became heavier, as if he was very dissatisfied with my excuse. "There are people at home taking care of you every step of the way. What are you unhappy about? Why do you have to suffer here?"