Chapter 414 Want to Make Love?
The cops checked the proof and confirmed it was legit. One of them turned to Matthew and said, "Take your wife home, man. She needs to cut back on the booze; it's not good for her."
"Got it," Matthew replied, not really caring.
The officers left without another word.
Sean stood there, looking a bit awkward. "Sorry, I didn't know you were her husband. You should take her home."
Matthew shot him a cold glare and carried Mary into the elevator.
Mary was still squirming. "Let go, let go of me."
Holding her tight, Matthew looked at her flushed face, feeling pretty annoyed. He gave her a light smack on the butt. "Mary, you better behave!"
Mary was so drunk she didn't even notice the smack.
The elevator doors closed slowly, and Mary, half-squinting, looked completely out of it.
Matthew's face was grim. If he hadn't shown up, would she have even gone home tonight? Was she eyeing another guy?
As they left No. 9 Club, a cold wind blew, and Mary shivered, snuggling into his arms.
Matthew looked at her coldly, sneering inside.
She knew to snuggle up when she was cold, but she had just pushed him away, claiming she didn't recognize him!
Once in the car, he didn't put her on the seat but kept her on his lap, letting her lean against his chest.
The driver started the car and headed towards Montagu Mansion.
Mary had definitely had too much to drink; her breath reeked of alcohol. Her fingers clutched at Matthew's shirt, wrinkling it.
"Let go of me," she murmured.
Matthew's face darkened even more. Did she hate him that much? Even drunk, she didn't want him holding her?
The more she resisted, the tighter he held her, like he wanted to merge her into his bones.
"Matthew, they made me drink," Mary whimpered, feeling uncomfortable and starting to cry.
Matthew's body stiffened, his face darkening further. "What did you say?"
But Mary had already fallen asleep, her cheeks flushed and her body hot.
Matthew's brows furrowed tightly as he thought, 'They made her drink? Who dared?'
He took out his phone, dialed Michael's number, and gave a stern order. "Find out where Mary went tonight."
"Yes," Michael replied.
At Montagu Mansion, Matthew carried Mary to the bedroom. She was out cold. He placed her on the bed and stood by the bedside, looking down at her.
She was wearing a shirt and pants, with dried water stains and patches of dirt, looking very disheveled.
He took off his coat, rolled up his sleeves, and carried her into the bathroom.
During the bath, Mary sobered up a bit. Under the steaming water, she leaned naked against his chest.
His hand had already fallen on her thigh.
"What are you doing?" Startled, she instinctively clamped her legs together, accidentally trapping his hand!
Her body turned pink, and she tensed up completely.
Matthew looked at her coldly and asked, "Feeling like making love?"
Mary was so embarrassed she wished she could find a hole to crawl into. She wasn't! She didn't want to, but her actions were very suggestive!
Matthew had little resistance to her body to begin with. Seeing her shy expression, his breathing deepened.
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