Chapter 278 Going Out to Find a Gigolo, and It Costs Money
Mary gave him a cold look, unfazed.
She got up slowly, letting the blanket fall, showing love marks on her body.
Matthew's eyes darkened as he watched.
Mary smirked, "If you put it that way, it's fun. Sleeping with you is free, but finding a male escort costs money."
She was about to get out of bed, but Matthew pushed her back down.
"If you're taking advantage, a few more times shouldn't hurt, right?"
Matthew stared intensely, then kissed her.
Mary's long eyelashes trembled. "Matthew, since we can't stand each other, why don't we get a divorce?" she said softly.
Their constant fighting was exhausting.
Matthew caressed her face and said maliciously, "Seeing you suffer makes me feel better."
Mary was slightly stunned, not expecting that.
"Well, what rotten luck I have to run into you," she mocked, curling her lips.
This time, they didn't argue hysterically. They just quietly stared at each other on the bed where they had been entangled the night before.
Matthew's expression darkened. He got up and left the bedroom, slamming the door behind him.
Mary closed her eyes and exhaled.
She got up to wash up. Her body was clean, but she still felt utterly fatigued.
After a whole night of fervent intimacy, recovery wasn't easy.
She dressed and walked out.
Matthew wasn't in the suite. She glanced around indifferently, saw some food on the dining table, sat down to eat, and then went back to the guest bedroom to sleep.
When she woke up again, it was already evening.
The room was pitch dark, and Mary felt abandoned by the whole world.
She seemed to always be alone.
She reached out to turn on the light, and her phone rang. It was Michael.
"Hello?" she answered flatly.
Michael's voice was anxious, "Ms. Smith, can you come over? Mr. Montagu is drunk, and no one can stop him. If he keeps drinking, it'll cause serious health issues."
Mary said, "If he wants to drink, let him drink."
Michael was momentarily speechless, then pleaded, "Ms. Smith, please. Only you can get through to him. Can you come and persuade Mr. Montagu?"
Mary didn't say anything.
Michael continued, "Just for the sake of Mr. Montagu saving you, okay?"
Mary closed her eyes. "Alright."
Michael sighed in relief. "Okay, I'll send you the address."
He hung up.
Mary looked at her phone and thought, 'He saved me, so does that mean every time something happens to him, he can use that as an excuse? But isn't it always because of him that I get into trouble?'
Mary changed her clothes and went to the bar.
She immediately saw Matthew on the second floor. Even in the dim light, his noble and cold aura was hard to ignore.
But there was a woman next to him.
It was Laura.
She had come to Lindenville.
Mary silently watched them, seeing Laura talking to Matthew, and he had stopped drinking.
Mary thought, 'Who said only I could persuade him? Look, Laura could too.'
Seeing Matthew reach out to Laura, Mary immediately looked away and turned to leave.
