Chapter 118 I'm Not a Douchebag
"Mary," Matthew muttered.
Mary struggled harder. "Matthew, let go of me!"
Was he ignoring everything she said before? Couldn't they get through this month peacefully? Why did he come back again? He was making her believe he cared.
The more Mary thought about it, the angrier she got. She struggled even more fiercely, but Matthew held her tighter, his hot breath on her skin.
Suddenly, Mary bit down on his shoulder, tears streaming down her face.
Matthew paused but didn't let go, letting her bite.
Mary grew tired, her breathing heavy. "What are you doing?"
Matthew just held her, not saying a word.
Mary let out a slow breath, reaching for his phone.
"Why are you taking my phone, Mary?" Matthew asked, his voice muffled.
Mary remained silent, unlocking his phone with his finger and calling Laura.
Seeing this, Matthew immediately snatched the phone, hung up, and threw it far away.
"You!" Mary was pissed off.
"Matthew, don't you like Laura? Aren't you supposed to be responsible for her? Find her. I won't stop you; I won't even be sad. Leave me alone." Suppressing her emotions, Mary spoke patiently.
Suddenly, Matthew released her, gripping her shoulders. His narrow eyes were now tinged with crimson, and his voice was husky. "Why aren't you sad?"
Mary was taken aback. "Matthew, did you get me or not?"
"I asked, why won't you be sad or upset? Don't you like me?" Matthew stared at her intently, not missing any change in her expression.
If Mary liked him, why wouldn't she feel sad seeing him with Laura?
"Nuts!" Mary pushed him away. "You're just a douchebag. Why would I be sad for you?"
"I'm not a douchebag," Matthew said softly, his eyes slightly lowered, a blush on his handsome face, a hint of drunkenness in his gaze.
Mary hesitated, not swayed by his appearance. Coldly, she said, "You are. You once said you would love me forever, but now that you've regained your memory, you don't love me anymore. You want a divorce and to be responsible for Laura. You treat Laura well, but you've let me down."
"I'm not," Matthew repeated, then embraced her again. "Mary, I'm not."
Mary felt like her heart was being squeezed by a giant hand, aching and swelling.
Calmly, she said, "If so, let's get a divorce now."
If he wasn't a douchebag, then he shouldn't waste her time.
He was destined to be responsible for Laura. So she decided to let go.
"No," Matthew muttered, his weight pressing on Mary again, pushing her backward.
Mary had to step back, eventually sitting on the sofa, with him lying on top of her, murmuring in her ear.
"I'm not a douchebag. I'm not getting a divorce."
