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But even so, the knocking sound kept entering her ears, unperturbed.
Feeling annoyed, she lifted the blanket, suddenly rembered sothing, and opened an app on her phone.
Outside the door.
Caleb Mat grew anxious as he waited for a response, but there was no movent from inside. It seed Mrs. Mat was really angry this ti.
He realized he was wrong. Mrs. Mat had never believed Boyd Drew, yet he had doubted her. He should have known that no matter what, Xaviera would have trusted him unconditionally.
But his main priority now was to find a way to appease Mrs. Mat.
His eyes filled with loneliness, and just as he was about to speak, he heard a sharp sound from the room.
Beep—
Caleb Mat got nervous: “Xaviera, what’s wrong?”
Feeling uneasy, he anxiously knocked on the door.
Following that, a familiar female voice ca from inside, devoid of emotion, ‘The more I deal with you, the more I like dogs.’ Caleb Mat:
That statent sounded awfully familiar!
Caleb Mat tried to explain: “I was wrong, I shouldn’t have doubted you, and it won’t happen again. Please forgive …”
Before he could finish his sentence, the robotic female voice returned:
‘I don’t believe a single punctuation mark in your words!’
Caleb Mat felt a sense of helplessness.
He knew the app all too well. It was the automated arguing program Xaviera had asked him to write.
But now Xaviera was actually using the program he wrote on him.
His forehead veins twitched, and he wore a look of helplessness: “Please turn it off first, then we can…
The chanical female voice ca through again: ‘You want to turn it off, but I won’t. It cannot be turned off within twenty minutes.’
Caleb Mat pursed his lips.
Once the app is started, it could not be turned off within twenty minutes. He was the one who set it up that way.
Xaviera, lying on the bed, feeling quite pleased, sent Caleb Mat a ssage.
The mont the man’s phone pinged, he took it out and read the ssage.
[The arguing app you wrote is fantastic; it made my husband furious!] Caleb Mat chuckled helplessly.
At dinner ti, when Xaviera still hadn’t opened the door, the housekeeper brought so food to her room.
As the housekeeper left, he bumped into Sean Price.
Xaviera was just about to start eating when she heard the housekeeper and Sean Price whispering at the door.
“Deputy Officer Price, what happened?”
Thinking the two wanted to talk about her, Xaviera beca curious and eavesdropped by the door.
Sean Price, helpless, said: “Boyd Drew visited the Mat family again.” The housekeeper asked, “What did he do this ti?
Sean Price’s face darkened: “He complained to the Mat family elders about the president, and the thing is, he’s really good at acting innocent. Everyone believed him, even though he was the one who started it all!”
The housekeeper also felt infuriated: “They’re all biased towards him. Even if he’s wrong, they won’t bla him. But if Mr. Caleb Mat has even a tiny fault, they’ll latch onto it and never let go. Poor president…”
Xaviera’s heart clenched.
Were Sean Price and the housekeeper saying that Boyd Drew had always been pretending and using the Mat family to harm Caleb Mat, and the family always believed him, so his relationship with Caleb Mat kept getting worse and worse?
Seeing Boyd Drew send her gifts, Caleb Mat was afraid that their relationship would also be manipulated, afraid that she would be deceived by Boyd Drew like the rest of the Mat family.
It was because he had always been in a position of being abandoned and blad by others that he had…
Xaviera leaned against the door and slowly slid down, feeling worn out. Wasn’t she being too unreasonable? Caleb Mat had never actually lost his temper with her; he was just feeling insecure. Yet she refused to forgive him. This was happening because there had been too many similar incidents before.
When the voices outside the door faded away, Xaviera quietly pushed the door open, just in ti to bump into Steve Price passing by.
Xaviera asked, “Steve Price, where’s Caleb Mat?”
Steve Price hesitated for a mont, his eyes wavering, “In…in the dining room. ”
Xaviera hurriedly went downstairs, and Steve Price quickly said, “Wait, Mrs….” He gave an awkward smile, hinting slightly: “Don’t trust n too easily.”
Unexpectedly! The formidable Mr. Caleb Mat had staged a show just to ask for his wife’s forgiveness..
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