Chapter 192 Gradually, She Stopped Liking Him
Matthew stood there, staring at her like he wouldn't stop until she did what he said.
Mary closed her eyes, thinking about how messy and miserable she looked, and found it ridiculous. 'Even now, he still wants me. He really is insatiable.'
Since it wasn't the first time, Mary wasn't shy. She quickly calmed down and started unbuttoning her clothes.
Underneath, she wore a white camisole with thin straps on her shoulders, making her look delicate and lovely.
Mary set her shirt aside and looked at Matthew, who grabbed the first aid kit and started treating her scrapes.
Mary was momentarily stunned and mused, 'Matthew is actually treating her wounds?'
He was very close. The light highlighted his sharp features, long eyelashes, and high nose. His eyes were slightly lowered and his brows furrowed as he focused on her arm, moving gently and carefully.
His lips were thin and pressed together, his whole demeanor somber.
Before, Mary would have been flustered, but now, whenever her heart wavered, his cold words would flash in her mind.
Those feelings of affection would then disappear.
Mary lowered her eyes, keeping her thoughts in check.
Mary pondered, 'This is fine. Gradually, I would stop liking him.'
After finishing one arm, Matthew started on the other. When he was done, he left and returned with an ice pack, placing it directly on Mary's face.
The chill made Mary shiver, and she instinctively wanted to pull away.
"Don't move."
Matthew's deep, magnetic voice came.
Mary didn't dare move again. He still stood beside her, his cool scent wafting over. Her eyelashes fluttered as she reached out to take the ice pack.
"I can do it myself."
Matthew didn't insist, handing her the ice pack and heading into the bathroom.
The sound of running water soon followed.
Mary felt a moment of daze.
Just then, a phone rang. She glanced over and saw it was Matthew's phone, with Laura's name flashing on the screen.
Mary's daze vanished instantly, her heart now colder than the ice pack on her face.
She held the ice pack to her face for a while until the burning pain subsided, then placed it on the table, picked up her shirt, and was about to leave.
At that moment, the bathroom door opened, and Matthew, wearing silver-gray pajamas, walked out. Seeing her about to leave, he said coldly, "Stay here tonight."
Mary replied, "No, I..."
"I'm not asking."
Behind her, Matthew's voice was cold and magnetic, yet carried an undeniable meaning.
Mary's body stiffened. She knew she couldn't resist Matthew, and to avoid suffering, she didn't insist on leaving.
"Then I'll go to another room."
Her whole demeanor screamed rejection; she didn't even want to be in the same room as Matthew.
Matthew's face darkened as he watched her leave, but this time he didn't stop her.
Mary went to the guest room, closed the door, and let out a breath. Then she went straight to the bathroom.
She was extremely disheveled, covered in dirt. She turned on the shower, letting the water wash over her from head to toe. She closed her eyes, and tears mixed with the water, flowing down unnoticed.
