"Huh?" Suspicious, Zoey narrowed her eyes, peering at him from up and down. "Why?" She cautiously asked, holding her hands closer to her chest.
"Just give it to me. I won't break your hand, I promise." He offered her a gentle smile, reassuring her that he wasn't planning anything that could hurt her.
However, Zoey wasn't buying his words, which made him chuckle. "Trust me this once, young miss." Matthew nodded his head encouragingly.
Zoey stared at his harmless front for a minute. Slowly, she gave in as she reluctantly extended her hand to him. Soon, the back of her hand was atop his palms, which made him chuckle that slightly confused her.
"Why?" She asked.
"I won't read your palms. I'm not a fortune-teller, Miss Zhou. I'll show you a magic trick." In between his deep chuckles, Matthew shook his head but held her hand still as it was.
