Chapter 422 Talkative Alexander

Matthew let out a frustrated sigh, his finger hovering over the decline button on Claire’s video call for what felt like the hundredth time. His phone buzzed insistently, but he refused to answer. Why? Because there was no way he could let Claire see the state of his face right now. The purple bruising around his left eye, the nasty gash near his temple, and the shallow cuts across his cheek were a disaster waiting to happen if she spotted them. He could already hear her sharp questions: “What happened? Who did this? Why didn’t you tell me?” Nope. He wasn’t ready for that interrogation. “Just heal already,” he muttered, staring at his reflection in the mirror. He tilted his head, wincing as the movement tugged at the stitches he’d reluctantly gotten earlier that day. His hair—thankfully longer now—did an okay job covering the gash on his temple. But the black eye? Not so much. He sighed again, running a hand through his messy hair. "Maybe if I wear sunglasses indoors," he joked to h