My Heart only Beats for You (Natalie Godfrey)
Chapter 848

The way Matthew talked to her was like a father talking to his daughter.

Matthew went down and got another room, which was opposite Selina's.

The receptionist snickered in her heart.

She thought to herself, "See, you just had to be stingy. You couldn't even bring yourself to pay another thousand dollars. Now your girl is mad at you and doesn't want you to stay with her..." After receiving his access card, he went into his room.

As soon as he entered the hotel room, he got a call from Matheo.

"Have you dealt with it?" Matthew asked calmly after the call was connected.

"I have. How could it not be dealt with? However, Matthew, I've known you for so long, and this is the first time I've seen you so angry," Matheo said.

Matthew kept silent.

"Where are you now?" Matheo asked.

"A hotel," Matthew answered.

"Are you getting some tonight?" Matheo asked

with a bit of ambiguity in his tone.

Matthew was speechless.

They were both grown-ups. Of course, he knew what "getting some" meant in this context.

"You think too much," Matthew said, exasperated. "We got separate rooms, Selina and I."

"F*ck, are you a monk?" Matheo laughed.

Matthew felt increasingly helpless.

He was no monk. Of course, he desired Selina.

However, as a human, he had to have a bottom line. He had his own limits.

"By the way, when did you get together with the daughter of the Whitlock family?" Matheo asked again.

Matheo has always been a man who spoke his mind.

Matthew frowned slightly. "Matheo, your choice of wording isn't right."

"How is it wrong? She even called you hubby. Don't tell me that you haven't slept with her?"

Matthew was at a loss for words.

Matheo's voice was suddenly tinged with a hint of playfulness. "I wonder if Tobias knows you've done it with his sister,"

Matthew did not know how to respond.

He coughed and said, "Matheo, first of all, nothing happened between Selina and I. She had called me hubby then because she was drunk and in desperate need of help. Moreover, if anything were to have happened between us, I would be serious about it. I wouldn't disappoint Tobias.

Matheo chuckled.

"You like that girl."

Matthew did not answer.

"Don't tell me that the reason you haven't found a girlfriend for so many years is because of her?"

"It doesn't matter," Matthew replied.

"You really are a hopeless romantic, the kind that only shows up once in a million years. It's a pity that you don't stand a chance. Have you forgotten that nine years ago..."

"Matheo, it's really late now. I need to rest," Matthew interrupted him.

"Have a good rest, then." Matheo was just about to hang up when he added, "Will you really be able to sleep when the woman you like isn't in the same room as you. Should I get you some woman to relieve you?"

"Nope," Matthew declined. "I've waited for all these years, so what's one more night?"

A low chuckle escaped from Matheo's throat. "You're right. You've still got your right hand." Matthew was speechless.

Selina had a strange dream that night.

In her dream, Dylan hadn't told her that they were not getting married anymore.

She went to the wedding happily the next day, only to find that the groom was someone else.

The groom was not Dylan.

The groom was Matthew.

Matthew, dressed in a tuxedo, was even more handsome, but this made Selina feel scared for some reason.

How could it be Matthew? How had it become Matthew?

Her groom was obviously Dylan. How could it become Matthew?

"Selina, marry me," Matthew knelt down on one knee directly in front of Selina and said.

"No, not you. The person I'm going to marry is Dylan," Selina said anxiously.

There was deep affection in Matthew's eyes. "Selina, not Dylan, it's me. It's me whom you've wanted to marry right from the start." Natalie, Tobias and Cecilia walked towards her right then.

Selina was surrounded by their words.

"Selina, Matthew is the one who is most suitable for you. The person you want to marry is him."

"That's right. Dylan isn't suitable for you. Matthew and you are a match made in heaven."

"Selina, just get married to Matthew today. This is the true beginning of your happiness."

When Selina woke up from her dream, she was drenched in cold sweat.

Selina wiped away the cold sweat on her forehead.

Was it because she had stayed with Matthew for a long period of time that caused her to have such a strange dream?

Selina picked up the phone to take a look at the time, but found instead multiple missed calls and text messages from Dylan.

Selina's heart felt like it had been harshly sliced once more.

She wanted to delete everything without even reading them.

In the end, however, she relented and read them anyway.

"Forgive me, Selina. I'll explain everything to you in the future."

"Selina, it's all my fault. You can do anything to me, be it scolding me, hitting me or even hating me."

Selina's eyes clouded with a thin mist.

After a moment's hesitation, she deleted all the messages and then blocked Dylan's number.

It was always the same every single time.

What's the point of hurting her and then begging for her forgiveness again?

In the past, Selina would have forgiven him and treated it as if nothing had happened.

Nonetheless, this time, she really couldn't do that.

She felt like she had fallen from heaven straight into hell. How could Dylan ever understand this feeling?

She was afraid, terribly so.

Selina sniffed and pulled up the corners of her lips, forcing herself to smile.

Selina had always been an optimistic and cheerful girl. How could she become a lifeless person over such a small matter? Selina got out of bed.

No matter how much pain she felt, she still had to smile and pretend that she didn't care about it. This was who Selina Whitlock was. After Selina washed up, she opened the door, ready to leave the hotel. When she reached the door however, Selina was stunned. Matthew was standing there.

They looked into each other's eyes and Selina was scared out of her wits.

She patted her chest, trying to recover from the shock. "Why are you standing here like that early in the morning?"

It was a good thing that Matthew was handsome, otherwise, she would've mistaken him for a ghost.

"I was waiting for you to wake up," Matthew said with a slight hoarseness in his tone.

He seemed to be exhausted because he likely hadn't slept well last night.

"Don't tell me that you drove to the hotel early in the morning and waited for me to get up?"

"I was in the room directly opposite yours last night." Matthew's tone was soft and low as he stated it plainly.

Selina was shocked.

"Why didn't you just knock on the door? Have you been standing there for a long time?" "I was afraid that I would wake you up," Matthew muttered. "So I waited for you to get up and open the door yourself."

A tinge of astonishment flashed through Selina's eyes. Then, she felt warmth spread across her chest.

She hadn't expected Matthew to be so attentive. In order to avoid waking her up, he had stood patiently outside the door and waited for her.

"Let's go have breakfast," Matthew said.

Selina nodded and followed Matthew.

When Selina got into the elevator, she reflected on the events of the past night and realized that Matthew was being very nice to her. Could it be for Tobias' sake?