Chapter 256 Who Exactly Is Your Husband, Huh?
Mary was startled and quickly asked, "Matthew, what are you doing? You're still hurt!"
Matthew's breath was hot on her ear, but his tone was icy. "You know I'm hurt? Mary, you don't care about me at all, but you're always worried about another guy. Who's your husband, huh?"
Matthew's gritted teeth made him sound jealous.
Mary's body stiffened, and her heart skipped a beat. 'Is he jealous? No way. He doesn't love me. Maybe he's just annoyed because I keep mentioning David.'
Mary's long eyelashes trembled as she said, "I... I won't mention it anymore. Don't be mad. It's bad for your wound."
Her tone softened noticeably.
Matthew shouldn't have let her off so easily, but her soft voice calmed his anger.
He stared at Mary's face, her trembling eyelashes showing her fear. He suddenly kissed her ear, feeling her shudder before stepping back and letting her go.
Matthew said coldly, "You stay and take care of me. When my wound heals, I'll let him go."
Mary exhaled in relief. "Okay."
She didn't dare say more, afraid he'd get angry again.
Besides, he did get hurt saving her, so she should take care of him.
Matthew's stern eyebrows relaxed a bit. "Help me take off my clothes."
Mary stepped forward, helped him take off his clothes, and then stopped.
Matthew raised an eyebrow. "Take off my shirt too, and throw it away."
After rolling around in the dog pen, he definitely didn't want these clothes anymore.
"Okay."
Mary walked over and started unbuttoning his shirt.
She stood right in front of him, petite and delicate, looking serious. Her previous panic and fear had disappeared.
She unbuttoned his shirt one by one, and when his firm chest gradually came into view, she froze for a moment.
She wanted to touch it.
As Matthew's abs came into view, she froze again.
He was so busy; how did he manage to keep up with his workouts?
And he kept his body in such good shape.
"Does it look good?"
Matthew's deep, magnetic voice sounded above her.
Mary nodded. "Yes, it does."
Matthew sneered, "You have no shame, do you?"
Mary pretended to be calm as she took off his shirt. "I've seen every part of your body. Why should I be shy?"
Matthew's eyes darkened. "Really? Then take off my pants too."
Mary's breath hitched. "Your right hand is fine."
Matthew said, "Bending over to take off pants might pull on the wound."
He smiled at her, seeing her face gradually turn red, and the curve of his lips deepened.
Mary didn't move for a while.
Matthew said, "Haven't you seen it all? What's there to be shy about?"
Mary thought, 'Can I take back those words?'
But, seeing Matthew's gaze, she bit her lip and still walked over, reaching out to unbuckle his belt.
Her fingers touched the cold belt buckle, and her fingertips trembled.
When taking off Matthew's shirt, Mary was calm and composed, but now she couldn't stay calm.
Her breathing was tense.
Matthew stared at her, his eyes growing darker. His throat tightened, and he directly grabbed her chin and kissed her.
