Chapter 119 Distinguishing the Truth in Her Words
Mary shut her eyes and whispered, "Alright, we're not getting a divorce. Get up; I'll make you some honey lemon water."
Matthew's mumbling stopped. He looked at her, trying to see if she was serious.
Mary stared back calmly.
After a moment, Matthew's nose brushed against hers. "We're really not getting a divorce, right?"
"Yeah." Mary kept her emotions in check, staying alert.
Matthew seemed to relax and let her go.
Mary got up and headed to the kitchen, while Matthew pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Matthew, the honey lemon water is ready," Mary called out.
Matthew paused. Already?
He looked up, and the next moment, a basin of cold water was dumped over him.
Matthew shut his eyes, letting the water soak him, the sofa, and the carpet.
Mary asked coldly, "Are you sober now?"
Did he think getting drunk and acting crazy would make her forget everything? She remembered every word he said before!
Matthew seemed frozen, not moving, just letting the water drip down his face and hair.
For some reason, Mary felt uneasy. She picked up the basin and turned to leave.
If he wanted to sit in the living room, fine. Mary wasn't going to entertain him anymore!
But the next moment, a gust of wind swept by, lifting her off her feet. Before she could react, she was in the air, her lips sealed with a kiss.
The basin crashed to the ground.
Mary struggled, "Mm... Matthew, are you out of your mind?"
Matthew kissed her wildly, his eyes locked on hers, water droplets clinging to his eyelashes.
He was soaked, holding her tight, getting her wet too.
Finally, he threw her onto the bed.
She tried to get up and run, but Matthew grabbed her waist and pulled her back!
"Matthew, let go of me!" Mary exclaimed, but he turned her over, holding her chin firmly, his hot breath on her.
Her breath and voice were stifled.
Her struggles were futile against Matthew; all her resistance was silenced.
Matthew's kisses lingered on the corner of her lips, ready to act if he heard anything he didn't like.
"You jerk!" Mary cursed, tears streaming down her cheeks. She realized no matter what she said, she couldn't completely reject Matthew's advances.
In a gentle voice, Matthew whispered in her ear, "Mary, don't cry."
