Chapter 381 She Might Really Not Love You Anymore
Mary said, "Shirley, I'm over him."
Shirley was about to keep badmouthing Matthew, but she stopped dead in her tracks when she heard that.
Mary shrugged. "Since I'm over him, whatever he does or whoever he's with, it's none of my business."
Shirley's voice got all cautious. "Mary, are you sure you're over him?"
Back when she first saw Matthew, she could see the love in Mary's eyes. When Mary looked at Matthew, her eyes lit up!
But ever since Matthew got his memory back, that sparkle was gone.
Mary said, "I'm gonna get up and wash up."
Shirley replied, "Okay."
After hanging up, Mary lay in bed, staring at the ceiling for a bit, then suddenly grabbed her phone and called Robert.
"Hey, Mary." Robert picked up quick, his voice had a hint of a smile.
Mary asked, "Robert, know any good private detectives?"
Robert knew about Matthew and the actress. Hearing Mary's question, he raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, I'll have someone reach out to you."
Mary said, "Thanks."
Robert chuckled, "No problem. Glad you asked me."
Mary smiled silently and asked, "When are you coming back?"
Robert said, "Not sure yet, got a lot going on here. But I'm almost done, so don't worry."
"That's good."
After a quick chat, Mary hung up.
She got up, washed up, and changed before heading downstairs.
The butler came out of the kitchen and said, "Mrs. Montagu, breakfast is ready."
Mary nodded and went to the dining room to eat.
Just then, there was some noise outside.
A servant's voice came through. "Mr. Montagu, you're back."
Matthew responded coldly, and soon his tall, handsome figure appeared in the dining room.
He saw Mary holding a bowl, sipping porridge, and his eyes darkened.
He pulled out a chair and sat down, staring at her intensely.
Mary tried to ignore him, but his gaze was so intense it gave her chills.
Matthew's voice was cold. "Got nothing to say to me?"
Mary shook her head. "Nope."
Matthew sneered, tugging at his tie, accidentally showing the lipstick stain on his collar.
Mary saw it, her eyes paused, and her grip on the spoon tightened.
A sharp pain spread through her heart. It felt like countless needles pricking her, not super painful, but torturous.
Mary looked away and kept eating her porridge.
Matthew watched her calm face, his expression growing darker. He suddenly stood up and headed upstairs.
He took off all his clothes and threw them in the trash.
He grabbed his phone and called Herman, "What kind of crappy advice did you give me?"
Herman was still half-asleep but woke up with a start. "What's going on? Even after all that, Mary still didn't react?"
"Matthew, maybe Mary really doesn't love you anymore." Herman's tone was full of pity.
