"I'm joking --" Upon realizing that her tactic was useless, Zoey tried to get back up. However, just as she did, Matthew pressed her forehead down by his index finger.
"Stay." He said, poking her forehead by this forefinger lightly. "And rest." He added, his eyes looked down at her visible dark eyebags. Just one glance and he could tell that she had barely slept.
Was it because of what transpired two nights ago? Or, had she been sleeping half awake since long? Whatever the reason be, she was an unhealthy lady. How could she work tirelessly, but still have the energy to scheme on the side with a messed up lifestyle?
"Huh?" Zoey blinked, creasing her brows. "I already did. It's too early." In a matter-of-fact tone, Zoey argued. Yet, Matthew just cast her a judgemental stare before retracting his eyes away without a word.
"Hey, I'm really --"
