Chapter 1267

“Miss me very much?” I chuckled, unable to resist asking, “Does Mr. Galatea still remember a woman named Cecelia…”

Before I could finish speaking, I instantly felt a heaviness in the air on the other end of the phone.

Even through the phone, I could almost feel the chill in Matthew’s breath.

He fell silent for two seconds, then suddenly chuckled softly, a chuckle that sent shivers down one’s spine.

“It seems that Ms. Duffy has investigated me a lot. I advise Ms. Duffy that it would be best not to mention that name in front of me again.”

The feeling Matthew gave me was arrogant, domineering, and vicious.

This was the first time I felt a chill from his laughter. Just listening to his voice sent a shiver down my spine.

“Cecelia” was the name of the woman Reynaldo mentioned that day. So it can be seen that this ‘Cecelia’ was really special to Matthew. I wish that woman were still alive.

After a brief silence, Matthew suddenly laughed again. The laughter was gone; the chill from earlier replaced by a thick sense of threat.

He smiled at me and asked, “Ms. Duffy, are your two lovely children okay?”

He didn’t wait for me to answer. He laughed again and said, “Actually, my pet really likes children. If your two children had spent more time with my pet, maybe they would have liked my pet too. So, do you want me to let my pet play with your child again?”

Look, he was threatening me again with Essie and Roddy.

When the opportunity presented itself, I spoke up, “Alright, Matthew, I agree to come out and see you, but you can’t have any more ideas about my child.”

“Hehe, look at what Ms. Duffy said. I, Matthew, have said many times that my principle is not to harm children. Why doesn’t Ms. Duffy believe it?”

“Stop talking big,” I said indignantly. “You won’t hurt children yourself, but you will use Tibetan mastiffs to scare them. My daughter was scared by your so-called pet and even got a high fever. It’s a wonder Mr. Galatea can still say with a straight face that principles don’t apply to children. Are you feeling nauseous?”

Matthew chuckled over there, “No way, it’s just that Ms. Duffy is too hard to make plans with. Speaking of which, this was also forced by Ms. Duffy.”

I sarcastically pursed my lips, “Matthew sure can talk.”

I coldly said, “You can come out to meet me, but I will choose the location, and I will bring bodyguards. Who knows what you might do to me?”

Matthew chuckled, “Okay.”

I didn’t say anything else; I just hung up the phone.

After hanging up the phone, I breathed a sigh of relief, but unconsciously thought of Matthew’s reaction when I mentioned “Cecelia” just now.

It’s rare that someone like Matthew, who has no emotions, would actually care about a woman.

Lost in thought, Reynaldo suddenly walked in.

Seeing me staring at my phone, he walked over and ruffled my hair, asking with a soft laugh, “What are you thinking about?”

I shook my head.

After a while, I looked up at him and asked, “How did Cecelia die?”

Reynaldo hesitated for a moment and asked me, “Why are you suddenly asking about this?”

“There was no…” Thinking about Matthew’s coldness just now, I whispered, “I just find it strange that since Matthew cares so much about that woman, how could he bear to let that woman die? I felt that with his power and arrogant personality, he should be able to protect the people he cares about.”