"You're a jerk, Max Wenley. Don't ever think about receiving my forgiveness in this lifetime. Never…" Shannon fell back onto the bed as she spoke.
Matthew was extremely shocked. Max Wenley? There was only one Max Wenley in this city.
Was that why everyone around him didn't know where Shannon was, and who she was married to?
"Shannon, tell me, you…" He couldn't resist asking Shannon, but her even breathing could be heard from the bed.
Matthew walked downstairs uneasily, then placed a glass of honey and milk by her bedside before leaving.
The next day, when daylight filtered into the house, Shannon woke up and had a splitting headache.
She winced as she sat up, and subconsciously picked up the cup. Suddenly, she saw the post-it on the cup.
"I've ordered breakfast for you. It'll be here when you wake up. Don't drink so much in the future."
Shannon recognized Matthew's handwriting immediately. He really took meticulous care of her.
