Chapter 339 Why Did You Let Go?
Matthew shot a look at Robert. "Yo, did you catch that? After you bounce from the hospital, hang a left. There's a diner."
Mary stayed quiet.
Robert sighed, "Mr. Montagu, looks like Mary’s trying to talk to you."
Matthew shrugged, "Seems like she told you too."
Mary was at a loss for words.
She gave a half-smile, then turned to Robert. "Robert, let the nurse help you out. I need some air."
She set down the food box, grabbed Matthew's hand, and led him out of the ward.
Matthew's eyes locked onto their joined hands.
He almost forgot why he was there.
After all this time, she finally took his hand willingly.
Mary didn't notice his odd behavior until they were outside. She let go and shot him a cold look. "Matthew, this is boring."
Matthew stared at his now empty hand and suddenly asked, "Why'd you let go?"
"What?" Mary thought she misheard.
Matthew repeated, "Holding hands."
Mary felt her frustration boiling over.
She snapped, "You're the Montagu heir, CEO of DK Group. Can you stop acting like a kid?"
Matthew's gaze finally met hers. His eyes were dark, his handsome face unreadable.
Mary frowned, not wanting to guess his thoughts, and turned to leave.
She didn't need to stay at the hospital; Robert could manage on his own.
"Come with me somewhere," Matthew suddenly said.
Mary shot him down instantly. "No."
Matthew stared her down. "If you don't come, I'll show up at your place tonight."
Mary froze, glared at him, and asked, "Where to?"
Matthew smirked and headed towards the car parked by the curb.
Mary watched his tall, straight figure and wished her glare could burn holes in his back!
In the car, Mary sat as far from him as possible, practically glued to the door.
Matthew glanced at her and said quietly, "You wanna ride on the roof?"
Mary ignored him.
After a bit, he suddenly grabbed her hand.
She tried to pull away but couldn't, so she let him hold it.
It was just holding hands, as long as he didn't go overboard.
Matthew's brows furrowed. 'Why does this feel different?'
The hand was still the same, soft and comfy to hold.
But it was just not the same.
Matthew's lips pressed into a thin line, a shadow crossing his face.
Mary noticed but didn't care.
His mood swings were always wild.
Even during her period, her emotions were more stable than his.
The car cruised smoothly, and when she recognized the streets, Mary's heart skipped a beat. She looked at him. "Why'd you bring me here?"
They pulled up to Bluewater Bay Villa. He had dragged her here before and locked her up, not letting her leave.
She couldn't help but think, 'Is he planning to imprison me again?'
Matthew saw the suspicion in her eyes and said, "Don't you think this place is beautiful, perfect for us to live in?"
"I don't think so. I hate it, and I won't live here with you!" Mary shot back.
Matthew's face darkened. 'Does she hate me that much? So much she won't even hold my hand again.' he wondered.
The tension in the car was thick, and just then, the car stopped.
Mary jumped out, walking away without a backward glance. She wasn't about to get locked up again!
