Chapter 277 No Means No
Mary pushed him, but he was like a rock; she couldn't move him.
"Matthew, no, we're getting a divorce."
Mary was out of breath, trying to stay clear-headed.
"So, are we divorced yet?"
Matthew didn't like hearing that. He'd had a few drinks, and with Mary in his arms, his passion was high, his gaze intense.
Mary's lips were swollen from his kisses, and her eyes showed anger. "We will get divorced!"
Matthew said, "So, we're not divorced yet. Mary, remember what you said back then?"
He kissed her, biting open her shirt buttons, the contact melting her resolve.
"We're married. If I want sex now, you have to do it with me."
Mary's body trembled!
She had said that back then, believing Matthew would never stray, never fall for another woman.
But Matthew had let her down repeatedly.
'Can't I regret it now?' Mary thought.
Matthew held her tightly, seeing the redness in her eyes, and laughed. "Mary, your body is more honest than your words."
His hand landed on her waist.
Mary's body had gone soft. He knew her as well as she knew him.
The room's temperature kept rising. Matthew was forceful, feeling her resistance. He lost patience, biting her earlobe. "You asked for this. Don't cry and beg me later."
"Matthew!"
Mary exclaimed, but it was too late.
The world spun, and that was it.
Mary felt like she was falling apart. She didn't know how long it took before she passed out.
Matthew came out of the bathroom, his eyes still satisfied. He looked at Mary on the bed, her back covered in love marks, and his gaze grew colder.
He could still hear what she had said at the hospital.
He protected her, saved her, yet she thought he had schemed against her!
'This ungrateful woman!' Matthew thought.
Matthew threw aside the towel and pulled the blanket off her.
"No..."
Mary murmured, her voice soft, almost coquettish.
Mary opened her eyes; it was already noon.
She moved her fingers slightly, feeling weak.
She closed her eyes.
Things had turned out like this again.
"Awake?"
A deep male voice sounded.
Mary pursed her lips and turned to see Matthew sitting in a chair with a computer. He was in a white bathrobe, sitting casually on the sofa. The collar was open, showing his chest muscles with clear scratch marks.
Mary said, "Matthew, is this fun for you?"
Matthew laughed, "Yes, fun."
He walked over, cupping her face. His eyes showed playfulness. "Having a woman to sleep with, I enjoyed it. How could it not be fun?"
