Matthew watched Zoey drag her feet back to the couch where Nikolai was perched earlier. Her complexion turned pale and her expression was akin to a person after being splashed with cold water.
Truth hurts. But lack of information was as dangerous as knowing more.
Even Matthew was surprised by this revelation. He didn't think that Nikolai would still help Zoey as he didn't seem to truly care. But with facts laid on the table, Matthew could only swallow down the truth.
Still… with Zoey's pride, this would surely sting. After all, Zoey wouldn't even ask for his help if she had a choice. She's that kind of woman; one of the thousand reasons he loved her.
"Zoey," Matthew called out softly, but Zoey remained silent.
With a sigh, Matthew strode towards her and sat beside her. His eyes filled with worry as if he didn't have an intention to kill just moments ago. "Are you alright?"
