Chapter 191 I Don't Plan to Love You Anymore
Mary glared at Matthew's back, feeling extremely annoyed.
Mary wondered, 'What is he even doing?'
He wanted a divorce before. Now that she agreed, he wouldn't go through with it.
He even blamed her for Laura's kidnapping.
And now Roy was after her.
Mary thought, 'My life is a complete mess!'
Matthew walked a bit, noticed Mary wasn't following, and turned back with a cold look.
Reluctantly, Mary got out of the car and followed him into Montagu Mansion.
"Mr. Montagu, Ms. Smith," the butler greeted them respectfully.
Matthew said flatly, "She's my wife."
The butler quickly corrected himself, "Mrs. Montagu."
Mary frowned but stayed quiet, not bothering to correct unpredictable Matthew.
She followed him upstairs into the bedroom.
Mary stood at the door, watching as he took out a medical kit. Seeing her hesitate, he said, "Come here."
Mary smirked, "Are you going to personally apply the medicine? If Ms. Griffin knew, won't she want to commit suicide again?"
Matthew glared at her. "Mary, do you have no respect for life?"
Mary's heart turned cold. "Matthew, when I called you for help, you hung up. If Robert hadn't shown up, I'd be dead."
Matthew clenched the medical kit tightly.
Michael had quickly informed him about Mary's kidnapping. He was afraid, his heart felt like being squeezed by a giant hand.
He rushed to rescue her but was still too late.
He didn't know what had happened in the warehouse.
Seeing Mary's swollen face, his anger surged. He had ordered a city-wide manhunt for Roy.
But knowing Robert saved her made him uncomfortable, especially since Mary was so cold to him.
"I didn't know," he said quietly.
Mary sneered, "You could've known, but you hung up on me. At that moment, I hated you."
Matthew's eyelashes trembled. He put down the medical kit and walked toward her.
Mary continued, "But then I thought, why hate you? It's a waste of my emotions. So, I decided not to hate you anymore."
And not to love you either.
She decided to erase Matthew from her heart.
Mary's eyes felt sore as she watched him approach. "Let's get a divorce. I can't live like this anymore."
Matthew grabbed her hand and pulled her into the bedroom, silently reaching to undress her.
Mary was startled and held her clothes tightly, eyes filled with anger. "Matthew, didn't you hear me?"
Seeing her so tense, Matthew's lips pressed into a straight line.
"Take off your clothes."
He stood aside, staring at her, ignoring everything she had said.
He didn't mention the divorce either.
Mary felt utterly powerless.
