Chapter 100 Where is the Matthew who Loved her?
Matthew glanced at her and ate even faster.
Seeing this, Mary widened her eyes slightly. At this moment, she had completely forgotten about the gruesome photo. All she could think about was not letting Matthew finish all the food!
All of it was hers!
In the end, only a nugget remained on the plate.
Mary swiftly grabbed it, looking triumphantly at Matthew as she put it in her mouth.
Setting down his fork, Matthew elegantly wiped his mouth with a napkin. His eyes softened slightly.
As the last nugget was consumed, Mary closed her eyes in contentment.
She was full and comfortable!
Standing up, she waved her hand, "Matthew, you can clean up the table!"
With that, Mary took a few steps forward. But in the next moment, she froze. Staring ahead, she blinked, suppressing the bitterness in her eyes.
Where was the Matthew who used to love her?
"You intruded without invitation and ate my food, so you should clean up," Mary added without turning back, then entered the bedroom.
Matthew stared at her retreating figure, and his eyes darkened slightly.
The way Mary called him made Matthew pause.
It was as if he had been back to the time when they were together.
Back then, they had established such rules.
She cooked, and he did the dishes; there was a clear division of labor.
Looking at the tableware before him, Matthew pursed his lips into a thin line.
Just then, his phone rang, and Matthew answered, "Hello?"
Maria replied, "Mr. Montagu, the number is a prepaid phone, untraceable. I couldn't lock down the owner."
Matthew's tone turned colder, "That's not the answer I want."
Maria responded, "I have no other information to provide."
Matthew instructed, "Keep investigating. If you can't find anything, don't return home."
Before Maria could say anything else, Matthew hung up.
In the room, Mary finished her shower and sat at the dressing table for skincare. The next moment, the bedroom door swung open.
Startled, Mary exclaimed, "Why don't you knock?"
Matthew's expression remained indifferent. "If I knocked, would you let me in?"
"No," Mary replied.
"Then why did I knock and give you the chance to refuse me?" Matthew questioned.
Mary found herself unable to retort!
As she applied face cream, her clear and beautiful eyes watched him warily. "Why did you come in?"
In a low voice, Matthew stated, "To protect you."
Mary paused in her skincare routine. "I am fine. Please leave."
Ignoring her, Matthew began removing his clothes as he walked towards her.
Finally, he had taken off his shirt.
Mary's eyes widened slightly. "Matthew, what are you doing?"
"What do you think I'm doing?" he replied, stepping closer.
Mary immediately stood up, ready to defend herself in case he tried anything, and scanned the room for something to use.
In the end, she grabbed a hair clip and aimed it at Matthew. "Don't come any closer!"
Upon seeing her action, a faint curve appeared on Matthew's lips.
He turned on his heel and headed straight to the bathroom.
Listening to the sound of running water from inside, Mary remained vigilant.
It seemed like Matthew had no intention of leaving tonight.
What should she do?
Mary was about to leave when Matthew's voice came from the bathroom, "Pass me a towel."
"I have none!" Mary responded. How could she have his things in her house?
"Okay," Matthew replied. Shortly after, the bathroom door opened.
Mary instinctively looked over, and her eyes widened instantly!
