Chapter 358 Did You Agree Not to Admit It?
In the dim corner, the vibe was all kinds of hazy.
Their lips and teeth reeked of booze.
Outta nowhere, Matthew jumped up and yanked Mary outta the private room.
The second they stepped out, Matthew spotted Sam standing there, looking all eager.
Matthew shot him a cold glance, totally ignored him, and dragged Mary outta the Regal Bar.
Once they hit the car, things went off the rails.
Matthew grabbed her face and kissed her, all urgent and impatient. He hit a button, and the partition dropped, blocking the view from the front.
The back seat got real tight, real quick.
Mary was drowning in the kiss.
She instinctively shoved him away.
Matthew actually backed off. He leaned back, eyes dark, and said, "Oh right, I forgot, you need to show some sincerity."
Mary's breathing was all over the place.
How was she supposed to show sincerity? In these situations, Matthew was always the one in charge.
Whether back then or now, he was always super assertive, and she never stood a chance.
Matthew pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and the back seat filled with that faint tobacco smell.
Mary couldn't stand it, so she cracked the window, letting the cold wind clear her head a bit.
She looked at him and asked, "If I do a good job, will you help me?"
Matthew sneered. "You keep bringing it up, scared I'll say yes and then bail on you?"
Mary said, "That's what you did before."
Matthew went quiet.
He cursed under his breath and stared at her, saying, "So what? You still came to me."
Mary went silent.
She had no other options. Richard didn't like her, Linda wouldn't see her, and Victoria had dementia, so bugging her was outta the question.
The only one who could help her was Matthew.
But she had this nagging feeling his weird behavior today was tied to this whole mess.
She paused and looked at him, asking, "Do you know why I'm here?"
Matthew didn't say a word, just half-closed his eyes and smoked.
The dim light in the car made it hard to read each other's faces, but his vibe was ice-cold.
Mary held his hand, her fingertips a bit chilly. "Matthew, you can help me, right?"
Matthew said, "Do you know how much those stolen things are worth?"
Mary's heart skipped a beat. "Did he really steal something?"
Matthew sneered. "The Montagu family wouldn't falsely accuse a driver!"
He turned her hand over, playing with her fingers, and asked in a deep voice, "How'd you find out about this?"
Mary spilled the whole story.
Matthew narrowed his eyes dangerously, then said all casual-like, "This is out of your hands, you can't handle it."
"No way!" Mary shot back, looking at him seriously. "Without Mark, I wouldn't have gotten into Lindwood City's university. I gotta help with Mark's situation."
Matthew looked at her. "How you gonna help?"
Mary was stumped.
Matthew had said it himself, Gerald stole something valuable, so it couldn't be a lie.
She had thought the Montagu family had falsely accused Gerald.
So there might've been a chance to fix things, but now what?
She lowered her eyes a bit, her long lashes trembling, looking at their intertwined hands, and said, "Matthew, you have a way, don't you?"
