Chapter 104 He Did it Deliberately
Mary's expression darkened as she asked, with her gloves on, "How did you get in?"
Matthew waved his hand to the staff. "You can leave."
"Yes, Mr. Montagu. If you have any further requirements, please feel free to contact us," the property manager said and left quickly.
The door was closed again.
"I asked them to open the door for me," Matthew said casually.
"Did I let you in?" Mary retorted coldly.
"You didn't. That's why I had the manager open the door for me," Matthew replied as if it weren't a strange thing to do.
Mary's hands clenched into fists. "Matthew, how shameless you are!"
However, Matthew looked at her calmly. "I'm just trying to enter my own house. How come it is shameless?"
"This isn't your house!" Mary said furiously, glaring at him.
"But we are still a couple. Although the house is in your name, currently, it is considered marital property," Matthew explained.
Mary pursed her lips tightly.
She stared at him for a while and suddenly mocked, "Matthew, you are truly despicable."
With that, she turned and entered the bathroom, where she still needed to finish washing Robert's clothes!
Matthew's expression immediately darkened.
She had actually insulted him!
Feeling a heavy sense of oppression in his chest, Matthew tugged at his tie somewhat impatiently, but it didn't help.
He stared in the direction of the bathroom and walked over directly. Soon, he saw Mary earnestly washing the clothes.
Narrowing his eyes dangerously, he realized that the clothes weren't his!
She was washing another man's clothes!
The sense fueled the anger in Matthew's chest even more, and his face grew even darker.
Mary noticed him approaching but didn't take it seriously.
Stay as he wanted, but she would ignore him.
However, Matthew suddenly strode over, took the clothes, and threw them on the floor.
"What are you doing?" Mary was furious since she was about to finish washing them!
"As you said, I'm being despicable," Matthew said coldly.
Mary couldn't believe what she heard. His face was dark, with a hint of crimson rage suppressed deep within.
Matthew's icy aura surrounded him, exuding immense pressure as he drew closer.
"You're truly going crazy," Mary muttered, bending down to pick up the clothes, but Matthew stepped on them.
Mary's breath hitched. "Matthew, if you want to go crazy, do it somewhere else, not here."
Ignoring her, Matthew suddenly lifted her onto his shoulder and headed towards the bedroom.
"What are you doing? Let me go!" Mary was startled, struggling with all her might.
Matthew slapped her buttocks, his tone devoid of emotion. He warned sternly, "If you keep struggling, I'll show you what it's like when I go crazy."
Mary's movements stiffened, her blood boiling, her face instantly flushed!
Wasn't this bastard going crazy right now?
Mary dared not struggle anymore. In no time, he threw her onto the bed and pressed down on her, kissing her wildly.
Mary turned her head, avoiding his kisses. "Matthew, get off me. Stop it!"
However, Matthew grabbed her face, preventing her from moving recklessly. "Mary, you are still my wife."
The disparity in strength between them was evident. Mary couldn't break free, and this bastard Matthew seemed to be out of his mind, tearing her clothes off roughly.
