Chapter 258 Drunk Again
Mary walked in and saw Matthew at the desk, staring coldly at his computer, still working.
She paused, then took her suitcase to the guest bedroom. Coming back out, she said, "It's late. You should rest."
Matthew softly replied, closed his laptop, and headed to the bedroom.
Mary watched him go and sighed in relief.
She took a shower and lay down, but the image of that fierce Tibetan Mastiff kept her awake.
She sat up, ruffling her hair.
After today's scare, she should be out cold, but she couldn't sleep. What now?
She remembered the wine cabinet in the living room. She got up, grabbed a bottle of red wine, and started drinking.
A little wine might help her sleep.
But the wine didn't do much, and she ended up finishing the whole bottle.
Sitting on the carpet, holding the empty bottle, she felt a bit lost. "Why is it empty?"
Matthew heard the noise and came out, seeing her flushed and dazed on the carpet.
His eyes darkened as he walked over. "Why are you drinking?"
He remembered how she got when she drank before—soft and clingy, making him want to kiss and pamper her.
Mary saw him and her eyes widened. "Matthew!"
Surprised, she tossed the bottle aside and rushed towards him, but tripped and fell forward.
Matthew quickly caught her, pulling her into his arms.
"Mm."
His eyes darkened even more.
Mary stared at him and giggled. "Thanks for saving me, or I'd have been eaten by the Tibetan Mastiff."
Matthew said, "Is a verbal thank you all I get?"
Mary blinked, looking innocent and alluring.
Suddenly, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek.
"Is this enough?"
Matthew caught his breath, holding her tighter.
Mary clung to him, rubbing her cheek against his chest, looking very dependent.
"Matthew, I missed you. When are you coming back?"
Matthew paused. "I've always been here."
Mary said, "No, you went on a business trip. You weren't with me."
Matthew held her and walked to the master bedroom without answering.
Mary didn't resist, letting him carry her to the bed.
She held him tightly, her soft body and the scent of wine making him feel relaxed and happy.
Matthew said, "Mary, can you help me?"
"Hmm? How?"
Mary asked drowsily, already sleepy.
Matthew whispered something in her ear, but she didn't catch it and nodded. "Okay."
Matthew's eyes lit up as he watched her intently, but she slowly closed her eyes and fell asleep.
"Mary?"
Matthew's voice turned hoarse as he pinched her cheek.
Mary didn't respond, hugging him tighter.
Seeing her tired face, Matthew sighed. He didn't get up, enduring the restlessness until he felt drowsy.
The next day, Mary opened her eyes and saw Matthew's chest in front of her. Her pupils suddenly contracted.
