The True Heiress's Return

Chapter 143

Matthew took a small bite of the vermicelli rolls before him. He held a brand-new flagship phone from a popular brand that everyone was eager to get.

It seemed like it had been ages since he last used a smartphone. Squinting, he poked and swiped at the screen with furrowed. brows, trying hard to figure it out. Eventually, losing patience, he slammed it onto the table. Shakira glanced over and felt relieved that it was designed to be durable. Or, it wouldn't withstand his temper. It was then that Matthew noticed someone was sitting next to him. His angry expression softened for a moment, but his face darkened again when he remembered something. He turned away with a buff. Shakira almost burst out laughing. Just then, the phone on the table started buzzing with notifications again, making Matthew even more frustrated. Shakira suggested in a soothing, almost child-like tone, "How about I set your phone to Do Not Disturb for you?" Matthew glanced over but didn't say anything. He was just being proud. Shakira slightly curled her lips. She took his phone, to expertly unlock it, adjusted the settings, and also enlarged the font size. Seeing her thoughtful little gesture, Matthew's eyes softened slightly. When Shakira looked ooked over, he had resumed his stoic demeanor. Knowing that Matthew wasn't easy to please, she went to the stall owner, scanned the QR code, washed her hands, entered the small kitchen, and came out soon with a plate of translucent vermicelli rolls and handed it it to Matthew. With a cheery smile, Shakira said, "I added your favorite diced radish especially. Want to try?" The vermicelli rolls drizzled with Shakira's special sauce released a tempting aroma, making Matthew instinctively swallow. He planned to resist a bit longer, but Shakira casually added, "They taste best when hot." Matthew gulped, picked up a spoon, and took a big bite. Matthew didn't mind the sauce on his mouth corner and soon finished the plate of vermicelli rolls, leaving nothing behind. He leaned against the wall, licking his lips with satisfaction. Meeting Shakira's clear, smiling eyes, he stubbornly said. "You can't get rid of me with a plate of of vermicelli rolls." Shakira's eyes sparkled as she seemed to talk to herself, counting on her fingers. "It has been a while since I made steak, roasted turkey, or pork sandwiches."

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Matthew was flustered, blowing his beard, and glared.

"You troublesome girl. You didn't contact me for a long time. You contact me only when you want me to treat somebody's illness. I rushed over to hear you talking about dishes that my friends like. I'll go if you make me angry. You won't have a mentor then." Shakira almost burst out laughing, her eyes wide with mock innocence. "Master, you're accusing me wrongly. I haven't finished yet. Sure, I'm planning to make your favorites like pizza and oatmeal."

Matthew, a pro at handling delicious food, retorted. "Hmph, thats more like it. He couldn't resist tapping Shakira on the nose, lifting his hand heavily but softening the gesture as it came down.

"You insisted on going back with the Nelson family back then, dil you realize you were making a mistake?" asked Matthew. His words caught in Shakira's throat. In her previous life, after returning to the Nelson residence, she didn't dare to reach out to them, fearing they would be angry or sad for her. In the end, she couldn't even see them one last time.

They pulled her back from her darkest moments, teaching her skills and giving her a chance to start over. It was her fault for being so obsessed with family ties, wasting their efforts and care She didn't even get the clunce to repay them and became a stepping stone for Yvette's destiny without realizing it

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Matthew, I've left the Nelson

surprised at all. Shakira raised an eyebrow, "You

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the Nelsons put you through, if you hadn't cut ties, I would have

to come clean. "What's going on with you and that guy from the Lopez family who hurt his legs! Are

explained, "I owed him a favor and promised to help heal his

of big favor is worth so much effort from you, girl?

kept silent. She thought, 'He is back to that topic again and is

complaints entered the store. Fiona, wearing a white tracksuit, was much more low-key compared to her usual glamorous outfits.

glaring as she yelled at the person over the call, "Is your info reliable? I've been up since dawn, searching this