Accidenttal One Night Stand with My Aloof Uncle-Chapter 39: He is the Glorious Era, He is the Beautiful Scenery

Although she really didn’t want to meet Matthew Morgan, Chloe Grant couldn’t ignore his text messages.

Completely unwilling, she washed her face, didn’t even change her clothes, and walked out in slippers.

But, when opening the door, Chloe quickly straightened her somewhat loose clothes neatly.

If Matthew Morgan lost his temper, she couldn’t afford the consequences.

Only after making sure everything was in order did Chloe open the door,

Outside was dark, Chloe couldn’t see anything, and only then did she realize she forgot to bring a light. Just as she was about to turn back, she suddenly heard a "bang," and then the whole area in front of her lit up with brightness.

Chloe’s first reaction was to shield her eyes with her hand.

In her ears, the "bang bang bang" sounds continued one after another, and it felt as if something had exploded in the sky.

Chloe’s first reaction was... fireworks.

She took her hand down, just about to look up, and her gaze froze...

About ten meters away, Matthew Morgan was walking toward her, dressed in a rather casual blue suit, with one hand in his pants pocket, the other casually holding a cigarette, his face mostly expressionless.

And behind him, fireworks exploded in the sky, creating the most splendid scene, yet it couldn’t compare to... the brilliance of Matthew Morgan himself at this moment.

Chloe was mesmerized.

At that moment, she forgot that Matthew was her most feared Uncle Morgan, forgot the nickname she secretly gave him, "Matthew the Daunting."

What she saw was Grandpa Morgan, worshipped, obsessed, and revered by countless people in the capital.

Cold, majestic.

Chloe felt her heart skip a beat, irregular but not intense, a heartbeat full of sudden attraction.

This admiration was for this magnificent scene.

The grandeur was him, the beauty was also him.

Matthew had already walked over and stood in front of Chloe.

He hardly looked at her.

Chloe wasn’t bothered; her Uncle Morgan was always like this, aloof and detached, like an untouchable king in the hearts of his subjects.

Fireworks blossomed one by one.

Chloe stole glances at him.

Matthew watched the fireworks impassively.

The shadows of the two on the ground flickered as fireworks reflected off them.

"Found two boxes of fireworks in the backyard, so I wanted to light them," Matthew spoke, his voice still so cold.

Chloe watched him, a bit entranced, only snapping back to her senses because of these words, hastily shifting her gaze away.

Looking up, pretending to watch the fireworks, "They’re quite beautiful."

She spoke lightly, but her heart wasn’t light at all, she was very nervous.

In fact, being alone in the same space with Matthew always made Chloe tense.

"Chloe," Matthew spoke once more.

"Huh? What?" Chloe responded quickly, but her eyes still focused on the fireworks in the sky, her act of nonchalance overly obvious.

Matthew finally turned his head, for the first time since earlier, placing his gaze on Chloe.

His gaze was so icy, Chloe could only feel the hair on the back of her head stand on end, she could barely keep her balance.

She cried inwardly,

Big bro, whatever you have to say, just say it, will you? Do you even know how terrifying you are?

In the end, before Matthew could speak, Chloe couldn’t take it anymore. She unconsciously lowered her head and looked towards Matthew.

At the moment their eyes met, Chloe felt a chill sweep over her and quickly averted her gaze, lowering her head to look at her toes.

The fireworks above continued to explode, forming colorful, magnificent patterns.

Chloe, who loved fireworks, for the first time, found she couldn’t watch at all.

"Chloe, the person in Lucas’ room that night was me."