Chapter 117 He Called the Police
Mary was stunned to see Matthew standing outside her door.
What the heck is he doing here?
She tightened her grip on the baseball bat and turned away. No way was she letting him in. She was so over Matthew right now.
Mary headed to the kitchen, whipped up some simple pasta, and then grabbed her iPad to binge-watch a TV series. She was totally engrossed, not giving Matthew a second thought.
An hour later, the doorbell rang again.
Assuming it was Matthew, Mary ignored it and continued getting ready for bed. But this time, the doorbell wouldn't stop ringing.
Annoyed by the noise, she stormed over and yanked the door open. "What do you want now—"
She froze mid-sentence. Two police officers were standing there.
"Officers?" Mary asked, puzzled.
The officers exchanged glances and stepped back. One pointed to Matthew, who was sitting on the ground, and asked, "Is he your husband?"
Mary was confused. "No, he's not."
"I am," Matthew said, showing a marriage certificate.
The other officer chimed in, "Why didn't you let your husband in? It's better to resolve conflicts at home. Making a scene outside is not wise. Whatever it is, try working it out."
Mary was floored. Matthew had actually called the cops because she wouldn't let him in!
"Do I make myself clear?" the officer barked when Mary didn't respond.
Startled, she nodded quickly. "Yes, I understand."
The officer turned to Matthew. "Alright, go inside. If this happens again, we won't intervene."
Matthew stood up, his handsome face flushed, his gaze unfocused and a bit drunk. He nodded. "I understand."
Mary watched him with a frown.
As the officers were about to leave, Mary suddenly asked, "Officers, what if he's cheating?"
They looked taken aback, frowning.
"I'm not!" Matthew protested. "I'm not cheating."
Mary sneered. "You know the truth."
Matthew stared at her. "Mary, I'm not cheating." His eyes, though drunk, were stubbornly fixed on her as if she were the only person in the world.
Mary's heart skipped a beat.
Seeing this, the officers said, "If your marriage has problems, get a lawyer." With that, they left.
At the door, Mary glared at Matthew. He was drunk. Otherwise, he wouldn't be saying these things or looking at her like that.
She reached out to close the door, not wanting to deal with him. But suddenly, Matthew lunged forward and hugged her tightly, his tall frame pressing against her.
Mary instinctively stepped back, pulling him into the room. He reached back and closed the door.
"Let go of me," she demanded, pushing him. But he held on tight. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't budge him an inch.
