Chapter 150 No Good Impressions Left
Mary spun on her heel and walked away, feeling ice in her veins.
Shirley quickly caught up, giving her a thumbs up. "Mary, you finally stood your ground."
Mary shrugged. "I don't mess with people unless they mess with me first."
She wasn't about to be nice to someone like Cindy, who practically begged for a slap.
Shirley clicked her tongue. "What is that douchebag thinking? If he loves Laura, why doesn't he divorce you? Laura's got depression, and you're suffering—what's his deal?"
Mary sighed. "If only I knew." Maybe then she wouldn't feel so tormented. What was the point of this endless drama?
Shirley looped her arm through Mary's, grinning. "Why don't you crash at my place tonight? I won't be free after tomorrow."
Mary nodded. "Sure."
Shirley beamed. They headed to her tiny apartment, just a bedroom and a living room—perfect for one.
Shirley had stocked up on chicken wings, fries, and beer. For a moment, they were happy, enjoying TV shows, drinks, and food.
Late at night, half-asleep, Mary's phone rang. Shirley nudged her awake.
Mary squinted at the screen. It was Matthew.
That jerk. Why was Matthew calling in the middle of the night? Instead of answering, Mary hung up on him.
At Maple Grove Manor, Matthew stared at the empty house. Mary wasn't there, and she had hung up on him. His face darkened.
Where had she gone?
He called Sam, his voice low. "Find out where Mary went."
Sam hesitated. "Mr. Montagu, it's 1 a.m."
"So what?" Matthew's voice was cold.
Sam sighed and got up to check. Ten minutes later, he sent Matthew Mary's location.
Seeing she was at Shirley's, Matthew narrowed his eyes and called Herman.
"Hello?" Herman's voice was groggy.
"Have Shirley move into your place tomorrow night," Matthew ordered.
"Are you nuts?" Herman replied.
Matthew's tone turned icy. "If you don't, I wouldn't mind you lying in bed for the next six months."
"Fine, I got it," Herman grumbled and hung up.
Matthew adjusted his tie, the scent of Mary still lingering in the house. He sat on the sofa, leaned back, and closed his eyes.
All he could see was Mary.
When had she become so important to him? Matthew didn't want to think about it, the feeling of which made him uneasy.
The next morning, Mary made breakfast and shared it with Shirley before they left the house together.
As soon as they stepped out, they saw a luxury car nearby.
Mary paused, then walked right past it without a glance.
However, the car's owner honked repeatedly, drawing annoyed looks from passersby.
Mary sneered. "Let's go. Don't let jerks drag us down."
The car window was open, and Matthew heard her loud and clear. His handsome face darkened.
First, she called him a douchebag, then a jerk, and now she said he was immoral.
Had she completely lost all respect for him?
