Chapter 374 I Can Be That Matthew Again
Mary was feeling a bit parched, so she got up to grab some water. When she opened the door, she noticed the living room light was still on, and there was Matthew, sprawled out on the couch, his arm covering half his face.
She stopped, surprised he was still there.
The couch was just a three-seater, and with his height, it looked pretty cramped. He could easily roll off if he wasn't careful.
Mary poured herself a glass of water and watched him as she sipped.
Hearing the noise, Matthew lowered his hand and squinted at her with those almond-shaped eyes.
Mary put down her glass and suddenly asked, "Matthew, you've been dodging our past, but today you acted like your old self. Are you trying to make me back out of the bet and the divorce?"
Matthew sat up, his shirt already a bit wrinkled. As his eyes adjusted to the light, he stared straight at her.
Mary's heart sank bit by bit.
Matthew smiled slightly. "You like this way, don't you?"
So that was it!
To avoid a divorce, he'd use any means necessary!
Anger flashed in Mary's eyes.
Matthew, however, took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a drag, his cheeks slightly hollowing, exuding male charm.
He blew out a smoke ring, his voice low and magnetic. "Since you can't let go, don't think about divorce. You liked the old Matthew, so I'll try to be him again. How about that?"
He leaned back, exuding a cold and noble aura, his long almond-shaped eyes looking at her playfully, as if certain she would agree.
Mary, furious, walked over to hit him, but he grabbed her wrist and, with a forceful pull, pinned her to the couch.
He stubbed out the cigarette in the ashtray, then gripped her waist, his almond-shaped eyes narrowing dangerously. "Mary, what's wrong with my proposal? Why are you so angry?"
Mary's lips trembled with anger, thinking, 'How could he say those things with a straight face? Try to be the old Matthew again? He is no longer the old Matthew! No matter what he does, he couldn't be!'
Mary struggled. "I don't think it's good!"
Matthew chuckled lightly. "Really? It seems you still like the current me, don't you?"
As he spoke, he leaned in to kiss her, his movements gentle and lingering, tormenting her nerves bit by bit.
Mary's body couldn't help but tremble.
"So sensitive," Matthew's low laughter sounded in her ear. "After the divorce, who else but me can satisfy you?"
Mary glared at him in shame and anger.
Matthew, however, enjoyed it and kissed her directly.
He entangled her lips and tongue, devouring her breath.
Mary bit his lip unceremoniously, and the taste of blood immediately spread in both their mouths.
Matthew narrowed his almond-shaped eyes. "It seems you like blood and violence. Coincidentally, so do I."
With that, he kissed her again, his hand forcefully tearing her nightgown apart.
Mary wanted to speak, but he didn't give her the chance.
His hot palm played with her body, familiar with her sensitive spots, teasing her nerves bit by bit.
Her body was sensitive and fragile, unable to withstand his teasing. Soon, she was trembling under his touch.
Matthew grabbed her struggling hands and placed them directly on his belt buckle.
