Chapter 357 Not Qualified to Appear Before Me
Mary's palms were slick with sweat. She was freaking out!
Matthew was really gonna divorce her?
But the way he was acting all chill, Mary couldn't wrap her head around it.
"Matthew, you for real?" Mary asked, her voice shaky.
They'd had way too many blowouts over this before.
Him dropping it like this out of nowhere? She couldn't just buy it.
Matthew gave a cold smirk. "Yeah, it's real."
He took a drag from his cigarette, the smoke hiding his handsome face. "But if you're not Mrs. Montagu, you got no business being around me."
Mary's heart plummeted!
She came to see Matthew today to ask for his help.
If she agreed to the divorce, she'd never see him again! Forget about asking for help!
Matthew looked at her with a smirk. "So? Made up your mind yet?"
Mary's fingers clenched, her eyes dropped, and after what felt like forever, she said, "Matthew, are you doing this on purpose?"
Matthew raised an eyebrow. "I don't get what you're saying. I already agreed to the divorce. What else do you want?"
Mary's heart sank even more.
Matthew suddenly grabbed her chin, making her look at him. "Or you want me to agree to the divorce and help you with something? What do you think I am? Your servant?"
His mocking tone felt like a slap to Mary's face.
Mary felt humiliated!
She bit her lip and said, "I didn't provoke you."
Her eyes felt warm, his targeting was inexplicable.
Matthew was super annoyed, his hand moved to grip the back of her neck, pulling her right in front of him.
He kissed her hard.
The people around them, seeing this, all tactfully looked away.
Herman's face, however, showed a hint of amusement as he watched their twisted love drama unfold
It seemed like a dead end. Matthew would never let Gerald, who sold Samuel's relics, off the hook. Mary was here to plead for Gerald.
Herman, though, sensed something off about all this.
Mary suddenly pushed Matthew away, her lips trembling, trying to keep it together as she said, "Matthew, if I don't divorce, then as Mrs. Montagu, can I ask you for a favor?"
She lowered her stance again.
She suddenly realized that in front of him, she had no pride left.
As long as he wanted, he could easily shackle her.
Matthew's eyes were dark and deep, his thumb brushed over her lips, their noses almost touching, their posture intimate, like a loving couple. "Then show me your attitude when asking for a favor."
Mary's long eyelashes trembled.
Matthew let go of her, leaning back casually, his eyes unreadable as he looked at her.
What choice would she make?
What would she give up for someone unrelated?
Mary looked at the table, where a bunch of drinks was laid out. She picked up a bottle, opened it, and poured it into a glass, then looked at him. "Drink?"
Matthew looked at her deeply. "Drink."
Mary took a sip, then leaned towards him.
Her lips, just kissed and slightly red, now moistened with alcohol, looked even more enticing.
Matthew didn't refuse, letting her clumsily feed him the drink.
The alcohol trickled down the corners of their lips.
