Chapter 247 Ignoring Her
"You struggle more, and I get more upset."
Mary stopped struggling.
Thinking of David still in the hospital, Mary held back.
Seeing the anger in her eyes but knowing she couldn't do anything, Matthew smiled faintly, clearly pleased.
Mary asked, "Aren't you going to a social event?"
Matthew nodded and walked outside.
Mary exhaled nervously and followed him. Michael was already by the car, opening the door respectfully.
"Mr. Montagu, Ms. Smith."
Matthew's dark eyes fixed on Michael. "Have I divorced her?"
Michael, stunned, replied, "No."
Matthew said coldly, "Then why call her Ms. Smith? Do you prefer it?"
Michael quickly corrected, "Mrs. Montagu."
Mary, expressionless, said, "Don't. We're about to get divorced. Calling me that will cause trouble."
Michael fell silent.
Matthew stared at Mary for a long time, but she remained indifferent.
"Am I not right? You promised Laura you'd marry her," Mary said with a mocking smile.
Matthew's expression darkened. He chuckled, "Mary, with your attitude, David won't find a job in Lindenville."
"You!"
Mary was stunned, but Matthew had already gotten into the car.
Mary glared at his back, thinking, 'He's truly despicable!'
"Mrs. Montagu, please get in the car," Michael urged cautiously.
Mary looked at him. "I told you not to call me that. Isn't it inappropriate?"
She got into the car, looking at Matthew's cold face, trying to suppress her emotions. After a while, she said, "Matthew, I'm just thinking of you. If Laura finds out you don't want a divorce, she'll be heartbroken. What if she jumps off a building again?"
Mary looked sincere.
Matthew, however, got even angrier. He closed his eyes and ignored her.
Seeing his darkening face, Mary's mood lightened, and she looked out the window.
The car drove steadily.
Lindenville was just a small town; its nights lacked the bustle of a big city, and the streets became deserted early.
The car drove onto a winding mountain road, heading up the mountainside.
Mary vaguely remembered a business tycoon lived halfway up the mountain.
That tycoon was from Lindenville but had spent years in other cities. As he got older, he wanted to return to Lindenville.
Just as Mary's thoughts settled, the car stopped at a grand villa. Guards checked their identities and invitations, then let them through.
The car drove into the villa's parking lot.
Michael got out and opened the door.
Matthew stood by the car, his tall figure exuding cold nobility. His deep eyes fell coldly on Mary's face.
