Matthew Crawley の小説・ストーリー

And he never said a word. --- I called Chloe first. "He has another son," I said. "What do you mean another son." "I mean a son. A real son. A twenty five year old engineer named Matthew who lives in Seattle and plays guitar and does not drink coffee." "How do you know this." "A letter." "Who sent it." "I do not know." "Did you ask Damon?" "No." "Why not." "Because I want to see his face when I tell him I know." Chloe was quiet.

I flicked my chin at Alex. He only smirked, unfazed. Like he had all the time in the world. “And don’t you have cases to win?” I motioned at Matthew, I snatched the towel from the bench, dragging it across my face, trying to wipe away more than sweat. Matthew didn’t flinch. “Talking about cases—that’s exactly why I’m here. And I don’t give a damn about your little crash-out.” Typical Matthew Davenport. Always blunt. Always too sharp.

Stop Brandon. Stop I think I should forget her and focus on the work for which I was here. I'm happy about the new deal. It was to be done else I have to come into action for them that would be the last thing anyone would want. ....... Sitting on the couch in the middle of the small living room, Claire's mother was crying hiding her face in her hands. Her slow cry echoed in the room. Matthew saw her crying on entering the house, he was coming back after completing his shift. He was looking all exhausted and tired after his late night shift.

I knew he hadn't eaten properly with all the drama this morning. In the lobby, I bumped into Matthew. He was one of the lead software engineers, a tall, decent-looking guy who’d actually tried to shoot his shot with me before Jordan officially claimed me. Matthew stopped in his tracks, his jaw almost hitting the polished floor. He looked me up and down, completely mesmerized. "Catherine? Wow. You look... gorgeous. I mean, breathtaking." I gave him a little smirk, feeling pretty smug. "Thank you, Matthew," I said, smoothing down my dress.

Matthew put his hand on Travis’s shoulder and said meaningfully, “Let me see her face. Just me and no one else. What you want to do after that is up to you. Don’t forget. I may not guarantee much more here, but privacy is one thing I can provide.” Travis considered it. He nudged Matthew and then opened the door for him to enter. Matthew waited patiently outside, but the smile on his face had slightly faded. Once Travis got into the car, he informed Hailey that the person outside was Matthew Sullivan, a son of the Sullivan family. Our Chalcox Club president is a wonderful friend. Get to know him a little." Hailey had already lowered her head to glimpse Matthew before this, but she couldn’t se

She continued gesturing to Easton and Matthew. "He is Matthew, D'Aureville, twin brother to Michael Clayton, took a different last name since he was disowned and didn't take back the family name because Matthew didn't want you to know just yet." Alexander calmly explained to his ex-wife. She looked nothing like the Maria he was once married to. She looked like she aged twice since he last saw her and it hadn't even been that long. She had bruises covering both her cheeks and he wondered where she got those from.

Maybe I’m just paranoid. Charlotte POV Sitting here I feel empty.. Creed insisted I had to let him go so I did. I didn’t want to cause anyone anymore pain. What I did to that man replays in my head over and over again. When Creed found me I wanted him to end my life the way I did his. To me I thought it was only far. I’m a monster. I killed someone. Maybe he deserved to die but who am I to decide that? I clung to him for comfort, to feel safe. The overwhelming emotions I felt I couldn’t bear on my own. He held me tight against him not letting me go, his skin against mine calmed the adrenaline that was still pumping inside me. His scent of mint and oak filled my nose, calming me down. Usually

~~18 years old~~ Trevor alighted from the old beat-up truck he often drove and sprinted inside the clinic. He halted by the reception desk and puffed out a breath whilst holding his side. The blonde sitting in the tiny cubicle tilted her slender brows as she stared at him. "I am Trevor Williamson. My mom is here." The receptionist, whose name on her badge reads Charity nodded. She fixed the glasses she had slid down her nose to assess the boy who looked to be in his late teenage years back to her face.

Caleb said and I smacked his arm. "Watch your mouth.. he's a Chinese-American. He was born in Ohio." I said flatly and his dad even looked st him bored. "You said it was an emergency!" Caleb hissed. "Well.. it means.. you take care of my job for the rest of the month. I'm going on a cruise with your mom for 2 months so.. adios!" Matthew said and then he left. Caleb sighed. "When did you make that bet?" "2 years ago.. maybe."

It must be said that when it came to jealousy, Matthew could be so childish that it was simply ineffable. “Cillian, you’re here.” Lucy looked at him with embarrassment. She could not help but feel guilty at the thought of the shrunken handkerchief that Matthew washed. Cillian had returned to his usual state, and he said to Lucy charmingly, “I’m sorry for keeping you waiting for so long. Also, who’s this?” He asked even though he was well aware. Lucy realized that she had forgotten to introduce Matthew to him, so he quickly pulled Matthew to her side. “He’s the person I told you about. His name is Matthew Leon, and he’s my husband.”