Chapter 373 It was him who killed her Matthew
Mary fought even harder, not wanting to stay in this position with him or be so close.
This wasn't the same Matthew she knew!
The moment he got his memory back, that old Matthew was gone!
Mary's eyes welled up, and her voice shook a bit. "Matthew, get up."
Matthew noticed something was off, looked up at her, and gently wiped a tear from her eye. "Mary, you're crying."
His voice was soft and soothing, and for a second, Mary felt like she was back six months ago.
That one sentence broke down the walls she'd built around her heart, and she started crying uncontrollably.
Matthew looked panicked, bending down to kiss away her tears, his touch incredibly gentle.
But Mary used that moment to push him away and ran straight to the bedroom!
She locked the door, her heart pounding like crazy!
Leaning against the door, she panted heavily, tears still streaming. She quickly went to the bathroom to splash cold water on her face, trying to calm down.
She had to stay calm.
This wasn't the same Matthew.
He had killed the Matthew who loved her.
There was a knock on the door, and Matthew's pleasant voice followed. "Mary, open the door."
Mary didn't answer, trying to get a grip on her emotions.
"Mary." Matthew kept calling her name, his deep, magnetic voice soft and lingering.
Mary took a deep breath and said, "Matthew, the bet isn't over yet. Whatever you do now is useless."
The knocking stopped, and he didn't call her name again.
Outside, she could hear the flick of a lighter.
Separated by a door, neither could see the other's face.
Mary stayed quiet for a bit, then said, "Matthew, leave. I need to rest."
Matthew still didn't respond.
Mary didn't care anymore, pulled back the covers, and lay down on the bed, drifting off to sleep.
It seemed like today's Matthew had really gotten to her, and she started dreaming.
She dreamed of the first time she found Matthew.
He was wearing light-colored loungewear, looking completely lost and a bit frail, but still tall.
He stood by the roadside, not knowing where to go.
She had already walked past him.
But seeing his handsome, confused face, her heart felt a jolt. She went back to him and asked with a smile, "Excuse me, do you need help?"
Then, he looked at her in confusion, his long, narrow eyes that should have been sharp and intimidating were instead pure beyond belief.
It was like looking at a newborn baby.
Mary's heart was hit again.
There was a police station nearby, and she planned to take Matthew there, but when they reached the door, he just wouldn't go in.
Later, she asked him why he didn't go into the police station, and he looked confused, then shook his head and said he didn't know.
Maybe she was the only one who had spoken to him and shown him kindness, so he kept following her, even going home with her.
It was then that she found out he couldn't speak and had lost his memory, only remembering how to write his name.
Beautiful memories flashed through her dream like a movie, from strangers to familiarity, each moment almost merging into her heart.
Mary suddenly opened her eyes, her face streaked with tears.
She was stunned for a long time, then glanced at the time, 2 AM.
