Shelly took advantage of the fact that no one was on this floor and walked straight to the room at the end.
She stared at the door in front of her, let out a deep breath, knocked on the door, and listened apprehensively for the voice inside.
“Matthew? Matthew…”
There was no movement in the room, and Shelly blinked and unscrewed the doorknob.
She peered inside, the room was dark and she couldn’t see anything, but she didn’t dare turn on the light either, so she had to reach out and feel her way over to the bed.
The room was terribly quiet, but she could faintly see the figure of the person on the bed.
Shelly reached the bed, her heart was in her throat, and she spoke in a trembling voice.
“Matthew? You’re asleep … ah!”
Her words had not finished, she was dragged to the bed by the wrist, the whole person was confused.
“You! Matthew …”
Shelly instinctively resisted and frowned.
She always felt that Matthew Grant should not be like this, but then she remembered her purpose today, so she suppressed the doubt in her mind and gave up resistance.
The next day.
Shelly was awakened by a light, and opened her eyes to the blinding sunlight outside the window.
She moved her body, only to feel so sore that she couldn’t help but groan a few times, and raised her eyes to see the person at the bedroom door.
“Good morning.”
Jim Grant was leaning against the bathroom doorway in his pajamas, his hair still wet to prove he had just showered.
The corners of his mouth were half-curled as he looked at the person on the bed like he was watching a play.
Shelly’s eyes widened with more than a hint of panic, and she covered the covers tightly and lost her voice.
“Who are you? Why are you here?”
“This is my room, why shouldn’t I be here?” Jim Grant smiled evilly and walked over to the bed, picked up her chin, his tone ambiguous, “Instead, why did you come into my room last night to throw yourself at me?”
“I didn’t!”
Shelly’s face turned red with anger, wanting to defend but not knowing where to start.
She had clearly entered Matthew Grant’s room last night, but why was there a different person today?
Jim Grant’s eyes narrowed and a sudden flash of disgust crossed his face, releasing her with a few sneers.
“In fact, you were trying to seduce Matthew Grant last night, right? You’re still calling his name in your sleep, that’s true love.”
The words were said in a sinister and mocking way everywhere.
Shelly closed her eyes, hiding the disgust in the depths of her eyes, and raised her tone.
“No matter what I do, why are you here! Why are you with me …”
“I said this is my room, you broke in, shouldn’t I be the one asking you that question?”
Here Shelly is really awake, she clearly into the Grant family “young master” room last night, but woke up is another person, is she was set up?
Jim Grant, although the corners of his mouth hooked, but through the cold, looking at her eerily.
“You slept with me, shouldn’t you be responsible for me?”
“What?” Shelly was full of incredulity, and immediately put up a Missy’s stand, with a disdainful tone, “Since last night was a misunderstanding, I advise you to keep your mouth shut, or else …”
“Or else what? You now have something in my hands.”
Jim Grant smiled roguishly and took out a camera from the bed and fiddled with it in his hand, watching her with squinted eyes.
“And you recorded a video!”
Shelly’s eyes were full of surprise and anger, and she went to grab the camera from Jim Grant’s hand, but he dodged it lightly.
“I advise you better be honest or I don’t know what I’ll do.”