Chapter 245 Wanting to Kill Doesn't Mean You Can
Thinking about how Matthew took on over a dozen guys by himself last night and left them all on the ground, Mary felt a chill.
Maybe he really did want to kill someone.
"Haha... we need to follow the law," she muttered, heading outside.
Matthew watched her slim figure leave, then sat down, opened his laptop, and got to work.
Mary came back with his favorite food and found him at the desk, focused and looking noble.
His long, attractive fingers tapped the keyboard, his knuckles standing out.
Mary forced herself to look away. Matthew was handsome with beautiful hands, but his character was lacking.
She went into the small kitchen and started cooking. In less than 40 minutes, dinner was ready.
Mary brought the food to the table. "Dinner's ready," she said.
"Okay," Matthew replied indifferently. He closed his laptop, got up, and walked over.
Mary tossed the Mexican food into the trash, picked up her utensils, and started eating.
Matthew gave her a cool glance but said nothing.
Mary, preoccupied, had no appetite. She ate a little, then put down her utensils, looking eagerly at Matthew.
Matthew ignored her intense gaze, eating quickly but elegantly.
Soon, he put down his utensils.
Mary's eyes lit up, and just as she was about to speak, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her over.
"Hey... what are you doing?" Mary exclaimed.
Matthew said, "You've been staring at me. Do you want to have sex?"
Mary's eyes widened. "I don't! Stop talking nonsense!"
She had been waiting for him to finish eating so she could talk to him about David!
Mary thought, 'What is Matthew thinking?'
Matthew said, "Then why were you staring at me? Do you like me?"
His lips curved into a faint smile as he reached out to touch her face. "I know you've always liked me, so you don't have to look at me so eagerly. Otherwise, I might not be able to resist having sex with you right here."
Mary quickly got up, her cheeks warm, and went to the bathroom.
Matthew watched her leave, his smile fading slightly. He got up and started working again.
Mary washed her face with cold water and finally calmed down.
Otherwise, she might have slapped him!
She needed his help, so she had to lower her pride.
Mary gave a bitter smile. She was Matthew's wife, but to get him to do something, she had to humble herself and make him comfortable first.
Mary mused, 'As his wife, I feel like a failure.
Of course, as my husband, he is even more of a failure!'
Mary came out of the bathroom and saw him busy again. She walked over and hesitantly asked, "Matthew, can you..."
"I'm busy," Matthew's deep, magnetic voice coldly interrupted.
Mary stopped talking immediately.
She looked at his slightly lowered profile, the sharp angles of his face, his tight jawline, the straight bridge of his nose, and his thin lips pressed into a faint curve, exuding a cold aura.
