Chapter 15: If you keep pestering like this, it will make me think you don't want a divorce.
Mary instinctively clung to Matthew when she was lifted off the ground. A flash of surprise crossed her clear almond eyes. 'What doesthis mean?'
Ignoring her gaze, Matthew placed her in the car, took out a first aid kit, and started treating the wound on her feet. Mary watched him, feeling a bit dizzy as if she saw the old Matthew. 'Her is back.'
"Matthew," she called.
"Don't overthink it," Matthew interrupted her with his low voice. "I don't want you to regret the divorce over some trivial matters."
These words were like a bucket of ice-cold water poured over, extinguishing her fantasies. So that's it. Matthew was afraid that she'd regret it. Hmph! Mary pulled her foot back. "Don't worry, I mean what I said."
However, her slender ankle was held by Matthew's cool fingers, making her unable to move.
With this struggle, Mary's skirt flipped up, revealing her smooth and tender legs. Matthew swept over her long legs. From his angle, he could see quite a bit. Mary quickly pulled her skirt down, flushing on her face. "What are you looking at, you pervert."
"Heh!"Matthew let out a light chuckle. He raised his eyes, dark gaze falling on Mary's face. His fingers tightened, pulling Mary directly towards him. Mary let out a short gasp, her hands instinctively pressing against his shoulders.
"We're still married. Isn't it inappropriate to call me a pervert?" Matthew stared at Mary's pretty face. "Besides, what have I done to make you call me a pervert?"
The man in front of her made Mary feel so strange. With the same face, Matthew's eyes were dark and deep, tinged with a seductive smile. The corners of his lips curved into a devilish smirk, adding a touch of wickedness to him. He was the real Matthew.
Mary looked at him, her watery eyes flickering. "Haven't you done enough?"
Her gaze fell on his hand, which was holding her ankle.
His attractive fingers were currently rubbing her tender skin, seemingly unintentionally. Matthew's lips maintained their devilish curve. He stared at Mary for a while as if recalling something while his breath drew closer.
The door was wide open, but inside, the atmosphere was entangled in romance as if something was brewing.
But just then, an abrupt phone ringtone cut through. The mood between them instantly vanished.
Matthew distanced himself from Mary and then answered the call, "Yes, Laura."
Matthew's low, magnetic voice was calling another woman's name so intimately. Mary's heart suddenly ached so hard. She forced her foot out, ignoring Matthew's cold face, and pushed him aside to walk out. She didn;t want him to care about her! She was nothing to him since he had someone else to take care of!
Mary's arm was suddenly grabbed while Matthew sounded up behind him. "Yeah, I have something to deal with. I will tell you later."
Then, he hung up.
With a forceful pull, Matthew dragged Mary back. "What are you fooling around with? Don't you know you are injured?"
Mary struggled hard. "Matthew Montagu, we're getting divorced. If you keep pestering me like this, I would think you don't really want a divorce!"
As soon as Mary said that, Matthew's grip on her arm loosened abruptly.
At that moment, her heart felt empty, cold, and painful.
