Chapter 35 You Are My Ex-Husband
"Sir, the honey lemon water is ready."
At this moment, the servant's voice came through.
"Bring it in."
Matthew said in a deep voice.
The servant placed the honey lemon water on the bedside table, then left the room with her head down, closing the door behind her.
Matthew directly held Mary down, "Mary, drink this. It will make you feel better."
Mary continued to struggle, "No, no, go away. I want to go home."
Matthew replied, "Finish it, and I'll take you home."
Mary, however, flopped onto the soft bed, "I'm not going home. I want to live in a ranch-style house, one that's 3,000 square feet!"
Matthew rubbed his temples in frustration, "This is it. You can live here from now on."
Mary asked, "Who are you?"
"Take a good look at me. Who am I?" Matthew stared at her, pinching her chin.
Mary stopped struggling and looked at him seriously. After a while, she said, "Oh, you look a bit familiar, like my ex-husband."
Matthew's brows furrowed, "We're not divorced yet."
"It's happening soon enough." Mary raised her hand, "After the divorce, I'll find a new boyfriend!"
Matthew's expression darkened a bit, "We're not divorced yet, and you're already thinking about the future?"
Mary tilted her head, "Why not? We're not divorced yet. You can hug and cuddle with other women. Why can't I think about handsome guys? Hey, don't be so burdensome."
Hugging and cuddling other women?
What was Mary talking about?
Matthew's eyes flickered with indiscernible emotions, but he knew she was drunk. He couldn't let her continue like this. If she didn't drink the honey lemon water, she would feel awful.
Matthew picked up the bowl and brought it to her lips, "Drink it."
Mary shook her head, "No."
Matthew stared at her intensely, losing his patience. He took a big sip and then held her chin, kissing her.
"Mm!"
Mary was caught off guard and was fed a mouthful of honey-lemon water, which caused her to cough violently.
But once she finished coughing, her lips were sealed again.
This process was repeated a few times until the bowl of honey lemon water was finished.
Matthew let Mary lie down and then got up to go to the bathroom.
When Matthew came out, Mary had already fallen asleep.
Once Mary calmed down, she appeared much more obedient. Her cheeks were rosy, her eyelashes long and curled, her features delicate and elegant.
Matthew reached out and touched her face, feeling the warmth and elasticity, likely from the alcohol she had consumed.
The room fell silent, with only the intermittent sounds of their breathing crossing paths.
The next day.
Mary opened her eyes, feeling a bit confused. The sensation in her hand was warm and elastic, and she subconsciously touched it.
Hmm, why did it feel like pieces?
The next moment, her hand was held.
"Have you had enough?" Matthew's hoarse voice came from above, tinged with drowsiness.
Mary looked up to see Matthew's half-closed eyes gazing at her.
How did they end up on the same bed?
Where were they?
Mary remembered going to the bar with Shirley last night, forcefully dragging a handsome guy to drink with her, but she didn't remember what happened afterward.
"Where are we?" Mary asked.
Matthew replied, "My place."
Mary scoffed, "Hah! We're not even divorced, yet you've made it so clear about the separation?"
Matthew's eyes darkened immediately.
For some reason, hearing her mention divorce made him feel uneasy, even though he was the one who had brought it up in the first place.
