Mathew's expression was tense and impatience flashed across his eyes. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Let go."
I said coldly, unwilling to even look him in the eye.
"Isabela, there's a limit to my patience. Speak properly before I'm angry."
Hearing this, I was so angry that I laughed.
I glanced at him coldly.
"I only have one question. What did you do the day before yesterday?"
Mathew's expression froze. A trace of guilt flashed across his eyes. "I was on a business trip. What else could I do other than work?"
I could sense his guilt and a chill flashed through my heart.
We used to talk about everything.
But somehow...
There seemed to be a transparent barrier between us.
We began to have our own secrets.
"Mathew, to be honest, you're quite disappointing."
My four years of hard work seemed to have become a joke because of his excuse.
I didn't need him to be honest with me in everything.
I only hoped that he could have a bottom line.
But he still let me down.
Mathew looked impatient. He frowned and said, "If you have something to say, just say it. There's no need to beat around the bush."