Meredith's POV
"What do you want to do?" Matthew's intense gaze pierces through me, and I find myself entrapped in the gravity of his presence. It's surreal — last night's events linger like a fleeting dream, and today unfolds with an unwelcome weight.
"Hmm," I mumbled, struggling to grasp the reality of the situation. "I need to talk to Pam and then call Gabby, so yeah, you can go to the office now." I attempt to rise, but the weight of the night's revelations seems to anchor me to the spot.
His eyes narrow, a subtle tension hanging in the air. "You seem to dislike my company of late," he observes with a hint of reproach. "I have a better idea. Maybe you will hate me less." His gaze shifts and a silent cue passes to Mary, who materializes with a wheelchair, an unexpected prop in this unfolding drama. With a determined force, she compels me to surrender to its seat.
