Chapter 338 I Poisoned It, Go Ahead and Eat
Mary shot him a frosty glare. "If you hadn't clocked him, I wouldn't be stuck bringing him food."
Matthew clenched his jaw, giving her a hard stare.
Mary just ignored him and kept munching away.
Matthew stubbed out his cigarette, tossed it in the trash, and swaggered over, grabbing some utensils to dig in.
Mary scowled. "I didn't tell you to eat!"
Matthew smirked. "You're my wife. If some other dude can chow down on your food, why can't I?"
Mary snapped back, "Well, you can't."
Matthew locked eyes with her. "I'm eating it. What are you gonna do about it?"
Mary went quiet, thinking, 'Since when did Matthew get so shameless?'
She was a bit taken aback, feeling like she didn't know him anymore.
Whether he had his memory or not, he never acted like this.
He was being a total jerk!
To get what he wanted, he didn't care about dignity.
Especially around her.
Watching him eat with that weird mix of grace and speed, Mary sighed and picked up her utensils too.
If she didn't eat, he'd scarf down everything!
He was so annoying!
He'd already fought with Robert over food at the hospital, and now he was here to fight with her!
The tension at the table was thick.
Mary quickly reached for the last piece of chicken, but Matthew was quicker. He snagged it and raised an eyebrow at her.
Mary said, "Go ahead, I poisoned it."
Matthew stared at her and ate the chicken anyway.
He didn't even flinch.
Mary pressed her lips together.
She suddenly remembered that he had been poisoned by her cooking before, and his first suspicion was her.
But now, even though she said she had poisoned it, he ate it without a second thought.
Was he sure she hadn't poisoned it, or did he just not care?
Mary suddenly asked, "Matthew, if I really poisoned it, aren't you afraid of dying?"
Matthew replied, "Before I die, I'll make sure to take you with me. We can be hell buddies."
Mary stood up and walked away, her face blank.
Matthew watched her until she disappeared into the bedroom, then he looked away.
He put down his utensils, stayed silent for a while, then got up and cleaned the dishes.
Mary sat in the bedroom, feeling irritated. 'If he doesn't leave, what should I do? This is Shirley's place. I can't let him stay.'
Shirley hated Matthew so much that if she knew he spent the night here, she'd probably throw everything out when she got back.
Mary sighed, opened the door, and walked out.
"You..." She started to speak as she looked up, but found that Matthew was already gone.
She was stunned.
She looked at the dining table and saw it was clean, and the dishes were washed.
She pressed her lips together slightly and walked to the door to lock it.
It was better that he left.
Saved her the trouble of kicking him out.
The next day, Mary made breakfast and took it to the hospital.
Unexpectedly, as soon as she entered the ward, a figure followed her in.
Robert's eyes flickered slightly when he saw the two of them together.
"Mr. Montagu, are you planning to chase after Mary again?" He looked at Matthew mockingly.
Matthew acted like he didn't hear him, his casual gaze falling on Mary.
Mary gripped the food container tightly, looking at him warily.
"If you want breakfast, there's a diner to the left outside the hospital. Don't let the door hit you on the way out," she said coldly.
