Billionaire's Contract Lover

Chapter 8 Standing Up for Her

From the moment he entered, Matthew laid his eyes on her. Rebecca cast a glance at him and then quickly averted her eyes. She was still unsure of his purpose for being here, so she chose not to speak rashly.

After shooting Rebecca a brief look, Matthew walked over to her side, and her felt the air became oppressive and somewhat suffocating.

"I heard a bit of your conversation at the doorway. You asked her to watch her tone. Is this how a teacher should talk to a student?" Matthew cast a disdainful look at Lauren, his tone carrying a natural authority that didn’t need aggression.

"It was me who sent him to pick her up. Is this a problem?" His statement, concise and clear, was a signal for the wise to remain silent, indicating any further discussion was unwarranted.

Hearing that, Rebecca was visibly surprised. He actually came here for her.

Suddenly, it dawn on Rebecca that, he was acknowledging their relationship and standing up for her over such a trivial matter. What would that make the dean think? Did he not care about his reputation?

Rebecca looked down, her face turning slightly pale; worried she had caused him trouble. What would happen? Would he punish her as before?

The sunset filtered through the office window, casting Matthew in its fragmented light. There he stood, broad-shouldered and narrow-waisted, an image of flawless perfection. No matter how hard she tried, she still couldn't firmly categorize him as someone she would hate. Beyond his handsome face, there was an undeniable charm when he was serious.

Rebecca inwardly despised the uncontrollable attraction she felt towards him and quickly averted her gaze from Matthew.

Matthew didn't catch Rebecca's glance. He frowned slightly in displeasure.

He had rushed here with Ryan as soon as he received a call from the driver about the dean detaining Rebecca. He came here specifically to address her issue, yet she didn't even spare him a glance! Was she really trying to distance herself that much, not wanting any association with him?

Lauren immediately recognized Matthew.

The renowned business prodigy, heir to the Weller Corporation, Matthew Weller, who was now worshipped by the whole Boston as a patron of wealth!

Over two years ago, Mr. Weller came to Boston to donate a library to Boston University, his mother's alma mater, and financed the renovation of the Institute of Design building. Lauren had the fortune to meet him then, which explained the familiarity.

But what was the relationship between Mr. Weller and Rebecca?

Of course, Lauren wouldn't assume that the relationship between Rebecca and Matthew had anything to do with a mistress or financial dependency. Perhaps Matthew was indeed a relative of Rebecca as she mentioned, which meant her earlier questioning could have offended him.

Lauren found herself in a difficult position. Regardless of whether Matthew was Rebecca's relative, his personal involvement in resolving Rebecca's issue in the campus proved the rumors to be just rumors.

"It's just a misunderstanding. I am sorry, Rebecca," Lauren said, feeling a chill down her spine and trying to maintain composure under Matthew's gaze.

"A student as exemplary as Rebecca being wronged, the school must provide her a proper explanation." Matthew’s thin lips were pursed into a straight line, his gaze deep, his tone light yet carrying an undeniable force.

Lauren, sweating profusely, assured, "Rest assured, Mr. Weller. We will definitely clear up the rumors and ensure justice for Rebecca."

With a deep and detached tone, he ordered, "What's the deal with the anonymous report and photos? Get to the bottom of it."

Lauren promised with an awkward expression, "Mr. Weller, we will handle this matter to your satisfaction."

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Stepping out of the office, Matthew stopped and turned, calling out to Rebecca, who was slowly making her way down the stairs, "Rebecca, get over here!"

Rebecca was standing at a higher position, looking down at Matthew. A wind that came from the middle of nowhere was blowing her skirt, and her sleeves fluttered in the air, casting ripples across someone’s heart.

His slender and erect figure stood at the base of the stairs, and from Rebecca's position, she could see every expression on his face.

His eyes fixed on her, profound enough to quicken her heartbeat.

A flicker of panic crossed Rebecca's eyes. She was somehow bewildered by Matthew's unexpected actions today.

"You have ten seconds to come down here." His gaze turned sharper. "Otherwise, I can't guarantee what I might do, you know?"

His ambiguous threat sent Rebecca's mind spinning in panic, and she involuntarily began to descend the stairs.

Perhaps moving too hastily, she slipped and fell into Matthew's arms, her heart racing as she finally voiced, a bit awkwardly, "Why are you here?"

This question had been lingering in Rebecca's mind for a while. She just didn't know how to bring it up.

"I was just passing by!" he replied.

Rebecca murmured an "Oh". She felt somewhat breathless. In his eyes, she was his possession to be controlled when needed and left aside otherwise.

The wind played with her hair, a few strands flying onto his chest, creating a playful mess against his black suit, flipping his heart.

Suddenly, footsteps echoed through the empty corridor, startling Rebecca. Her scattered thoughts instantly focused, and she whispered, "Let go of me. We're at school!"

He seemed to ignore her plea, not loosening his grip but instead leaning in closer. His voice was sultry and low, brushing past her ear. "Are you so afraid of others knowing our relationship? Does it really embarrass you to be my woman?"