Love's New Bloom by Simone Hastings

Chapter 83 Can’t Bear the Thought of It

Erin could tell from Matthew’s voice that he was pleasantly surprised; somehow, she felt bad about it. She chuckled awkwardly. “Do you find it strange for me to call you?”

“Yes! Very strange indeed! You never once contacted me of your own accord even though you’ve got my number, and I make sure that my phone’s never switched off,” Matthew teased.

Erin found herself at a loss for words.

“Erin, is there something you’d like to know?” Matthew probed.

Erin was amazed. “How’d you know?”

“That’s because I’m on the same wavelength as you!” Matthew laughed, sitting in the VIP lounge like the rockstar that he was. His manager gestured for him to take note of the time, waving their boarding ticket in his hands.

Erin giggled. “Alright then, maybe that’s true.”

“Can you give me a few minutes, Erin? I’ll call you back right away!”

“Yeah, sure. You go ahead.”

Matthew swiftly ended the call and told his companions, “I’m not attending the music festival anymore. You guys have fun and enjoy yourselves. I’ll be staying back for a month!”

The rest of his team were stunned. They were finally done with all the concerts, and he was passing this chance to wind down overseas?

It went without saying that his manager had to stay back with Matthew, so he left the waiting lounge glumly as he trailed along. They hurried through the VIP lane, and Matthew immediately returned Erin’s call as soon as his phone received a signal.

The fact was, Erin was able to ask what she needed to know, but Matthew insisted on speaking to her in person and that it had to be tonight. Erin glanced at the clock on the living room wall and found that it wasn’t too late yet, so she agreed to his request. They decided to meet up at a jazz bar nearby.

Erin stepped into the bar an hour later. The black range rover that was shadowing her pulled up a little way down the street. Hans Feinwell, who was in the car, kept a close eye on Erin.

hour later, a blue imported sports car pulled up to the entrance to the bar. A tall young man dressed entirely in black exited the driver’s seat. He had a black cap and a black mask on, and he looked

a mental note of the car plate number before he made a call. Five minutes

call, so he looked at the caller ID and said,

ever so slightly as he got up

“Put it on speaker.”

“Yes, Mr. Frost.”

Frost, Miss Lane is meeting Matthew Burgess in a

a page froze. For a split second, a glint of coldness flashed

he had been waiting for Erin to come to him and apologize. Who would have thought that not only did she not come to him,

had been the one who told Erin to get the hell out of the mansion back then, so naturally, his pride would not allow him to go to her. All he did was to get Hans to keep an eye on her every move

do next, Mr. Frost?” Hans

and said, “Continue watching them. Go ahead and deliver the information about

“Got it.”

Frost, why didn’t you let me give the documents to Miss

might think that I made those up to drag May

town. We found out that he has received an anonymous

at Kyle’s words. “I guess my father won’t be

there anything we should

simply crossed his fingers and looked at Kyle. “We’ll play

confirmed what James had said about May to Erin. She was nothing but disappointed when she found out

Then, she bargained with the person who hired her and demanded ten grand before she promised to post the photo of you online. I had let her off the hook only

especially enticing under the dim lights, like two rare gemstones. Erin lost herself in them. He winked playfully at her. Erin snapped awkwardly out of it. “Why didn’t you take them up on the

hold back and reached out for Erin’s alluring face, caressing it as he said gently, “Because I couldn’t bear it. I couldn’t bear the thought of our moment being monetized for commercial profit.” He kept his steady gaze

looked like she was just a college student or even a high schooler, Matthew was five years younger than she was. She

slender fingers slid over her face like he was playing on a precious instrument. Erin felt a fluttering sensation within her. She

she said

either. She felt repulsed by Caleb’s touch on her arm and would reflexively recoil from him. But with Matthew,