Chapter 130 Following My Big Brother

• If there was ever someone choosing bad timing, it is the idiot that is now knocking at my door. I was only seconds away from hearing Isabella’s answer. So I just ignore the knocking and cock my head as I wait for her to finish, but she only frowns and points for me to go and see who has decided to bring their intrusion at this late hour.
• It is very reluctantly that I drag my feet to the door, where the knocking has now become more persistently. I hope whoever it is, that I am going to make them pay for letting me struggle my way over to the doorway. And as the knocking gets louder, I only but a growl from deep in my chest, “I am coming. Just hang bloody on.”
• With utmost irritation, I fling the door open, ready to punch the man that is behind it. But as I stare at the person on the other side, I only but grow a smile, “Matty, what the fuck are you doing here?”