Chapter 42 The Jealousy

Clara's wrist was firmly grasped, the pressure making her frown involuntarily. She tried to pull away, but the grip tightened. "Clara, answer me!" Matthew's voice was cold, his dark eyes fixed intensely on her face, searching for any hint of deviation. Clara remained expressionless, except for a slight twitch of her brow whenever his grip tightened. Looking at his restrained anger, Clara suddenly found it somewhat amusing. "Matthew, what authority are you using to interrogate me here?" As Clara spoke, she noticed a subtle tremor in the hand that held her wrist. Taking advantage of Matthew's loosened grip, Clara swiftly freed herself and flexed her wrist. "Matthew, remember that we're not married anymore. Even if I said the same thing to someone else, what could you possibly do?" Her words, laced with sarcasm, hit home with Matthew. He pressed his lips tightly together, a storm brewing in his eyes, threatening to erupt at any moment. The car came to a stop. Clara glanced out