Word has it that opposites attract. Jessica Keith would give the pithy expression two middle fingers because a wild party girl like her and the prim do-gooder, Matthew Parkinson are opposites hopeless to attract, let alone breathe the same air.
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Matthew nods attentively to his mother as he mentally takes note of his errands for the entire week, all the while contemplating his way out of it. He knew his mother's motives behind those errands.
Sure, she's been wanting to redecorate the entire living room. But she could always turn to the help to drive her around. She has interior designers as friends who will be a much greater help than Matthew who can't tell the difference between army-green and olive-green.
It's green!
Margaret Parkinson has bigger plans than "redecorating." Matthew knows his mother that well. Bigger plans that involve endless social events and matchmakings.
It happened to his oldest brother Cade. Happened to his second oldest brother Vren. Happened to his third oldest brother Christian. And now, it's happening to him.
He still has younger brother, Andrei, but he's never preferred women. Their youngest sister had joined forces with their mother in pairing him up.
Matthew can live with that. As long as their little sister steers clear from boys. He'd willingly put the inevitable 'stake' that comes with relationships through his heart. Better him than her.
"You should always remember to water the plants. Now that Audrey and Vren will be gone for a couple of weeks or more, you'll be in charge with everything in this house." Margaret sets his black coffee in front of him (God, he needed it), exceptionally knowing her way around Audrey's kitchen.
He nods dutifully.
Oh, he knows that.
Matthew is going to spend the next couple of weeks with Miles. Which means he'll be seeing you-know-who on a daily basis.
They never had an uneventful encounter. The woman's clothes seemingly keep flying off when he's around. And she trips too.
Audrey comes in the kitchen, an enormous bag on her arm. "Matty, are you really sure about this? It's not too late to change your mind."
He turns to her, giving her a smile. "I'm sure. I'd love to hang out with Miles."
"It's going to be two weeks. And your overseas conferences?" Worry plastered across her face. She's been hesitating, but he reassured her every time.
"I'm sending some of my business associates to represent me," he says. And even if he wouldn't be around much, he's secured continuous funding to his orphanages.
"Promise me a little kid won't starve."
He chuckles. "I promise, Audrey."
Margaret laid a hand on his shoulder. "Matthew's going to take responsibilities. You enjoy your honeymoon."
It's not just Matthew and his mother who came to bid the newly married couple goodbye. If the kitchen appeared a little deserted with just him and his mother, the living room is a different tale.
