Chapter 371 If This Isn't Love, What Is It?
Matthew thought that Laura would bring up that car accident from two years ago the second she saw him. The way she used it to demand gratitude made him sick.
And honestly, the details of that accident were still fuzzy.
They headed straight to the Regal Bar.
The first floor was buzzing with people having a blast. Matthew sat by the window, watching the lively scene below, his long, elegant fingers wrapped around a glass, downing drink after drink.
Herman noticed his cold demeanor and couldn't help but ask, "Why are you drowning your sorrows? What's eating at you?"
Matthew glanced at him and suddenly asked, "Why does Mary want to divorce me?"
His eyes fell on the glass, his tone getting colder. "What's so bad about being married to me?"
He had elevated her status, given her everything she once desperately wanted, and they were great in bed.
He just couldn't wrap his head around why Mary wanted out.
Herman saw the lovesick look on his face, hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "After you got your memory back, did you ever think about the time when you had amnesia?"
Matthew's face immediately darkened. "Why would I want to think about that?"
To him, it was a huge setback!
He was the heir to the Montagu family, of noble status. When had he ever been so embarrassed?
He couldn't even speak properly!
Herman said, "But Mary seemed to really like you during that time."
Matthew's face looked even worse.
Herman asked, "So, are you saying you've fallen in love with her?"
Matthew frowned and said, "I just think that getting married and divorced is too much hassle. Since we're already married, why get divorced?"
Herman shook his head slightly. "I don't quite get you. The you who lost his memory should have fallen in love with Mary, but after you got your memory back, you didn't want to think about those times. But love should always be there; how can you not mention it at all?"
Matthew's face grew colder. "So what if I love her, and so what if I don't?"
Things had come to this point; did love or not love still matter?
Herman thought for a while and said, "If you had faced those things and your feelings for Mary from the start, you wouldn't be in this mess now."
Matthew sneered. "You seem to know a lot."
Herman's eyes widened slightly. "Come on, who am I? I'm the famous playboy of Lindwood City! How could I not understand love?"
Matthew raised an eyebrow. "So, have you found love?"
Herman proudly lifted his chin. "Of course! When the time is right, I'll introduce her to you. My judgment is always spot on; just trust me!"
Matthew picked up his glass and clinked it with his. "Then I wish you success."
Herman clinked glasses with him. "I will definitely succeed!"
Herman thought about his conversations with Snowy, the gentle and adorable Snowy, who stirred his strong protective instincts. Even just through words, sometimes she could tug at his heartstrings. 'If this isn't love, what is?' he mused.
Mary had just taken a shower and was getting ready for bed when a knock on the door sounded.
She frowned, didn't make a sound, walked over, and peeked through the peephole, seeing it was Matthew.
The hallway light was dim, and he was wearing a black shirt. His tall figure almost completely blocked the light.
With the light behind him, she couldn't see the expression on his face.
