Chapter 397 You Are Not a Qualified Husband
Knowing Mary actually knew Matthew, Frank forced a smile and asked Michael, "Michael, have you been busy lately? How about we catch a meal sometime?"
Michael replied, "Not a good time."
His rejection was clear and direct, leaving Frank disheartened. Even Frank's father, in the presence of Matthew, was always deferential—let alone Frank himself.
Frank was instantly in despair.
Mary looked at Maria. "I'm leaving now. You should head back early too."
Maria nodded. "Be careful."
"Okay." Mary left the party with Michael. Outside, the night enveloped everything, and a car was parked by the roadside.
The car window rolled down, revealing half of Matthew's side profile. He looked down slightly, seemingly in a good mood.
Mary walked over and got into the car, looking at him and said, "Thank you for your help."
Matthew's long, narrow eyes glanced at her, his thin lips slightly parted. "How do you plan to thank me?"
Mary paused, lowering her gaze slightly.
His long, beautiful fingers played with a lighter. He wanted to smoke but didn't make a move.
Mary was silent for a moment, then reached into his pocket, took out a cigarette, and placed it between her lips, lighting it with his lighter.
She took a slight puff, her cheeks slightly hollowing, and the hazy smoke immediately spread, making Mary look even more alluring.
She handed the cigarette to him. "Want a smoke?"
Matthew's eyes darkened as he stared at her, snatched the cigarette, and threw it out the window, then pressed her down and kissed her directly.
Her lips still carried the taste of tobacco.
His kiss was intense, as if he wanted to meld her into his body.
"Just make me feel good here." His kiss moved to her ear, his voice low.
Mary's body trembled. She grabbed his clothes, her breathing uneven. "Can you drive the car forward a bit?"
She didn't decline. Having sought his assistance, she was well aware that he would have conditions—something she had anticipated.
Even though, as his wife, using this title to exercise some rights was her due, Matthew still had conditions.
They didn't seem like a couple at all.
Mary's eyes showed a hint of faint mockery.
Matthew saw it clearly, and his brows furrowed immediately. "What are you thinking?"
Mary said softly, "I was thinking, as your wife, it's a bit ridiculous that I have to pay a price for wanting to do something."
As her words fell, the atmosphere in the car instantly turned cold.
Matthew's face darkened, and his fingers tightened slightly on her chin.
Mary looked at him. "Matthew, you're not a qualified husband, and I can't be a qualified wife."
"Shut up." Matthew gritted his teeth and said, then kissed her again.
This time, it was even more intense than before.
Mary endured it.
But Matthew didn't make any other moves, just kissed her fiercely.
After a long time, he let her go, closing his eyes with a gloomy expression.
"Mary, what do you reckon makes a guy a good husband?" he asked in a deep voice.
From childhood to adulthood, the only person he could learn from was Richard.
He clearly learned very well, but why did Mary think he was unqualified?
Richard and Linda's relationship was just like this.
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