Chapter 46 The One I Once Loved Most
Matthew sat behind her, watching her drink water obediently. A hint of gentleness was fleeting in his elegant, almond-shaped eyes, but it disappeared in an instant.
Mary didn't lie back down but leaned against the headboard. She took out her phone and saw many messages, mostly from colleagues inquiring about her situation and also from Shirley.
She called Shirley.
"Mary, did you make it?" Shirley answered quickly, her sweet voice coming through.
Mary replied, "Yes, I made it. You deserve the most credit. Have you decided what to eat?"
Shirley answered with a smile, "Then I'll go ahead and order."
Mary said, "No problem."
Shirley chuckled, "I haven't had your cooking in a long time. Why don't you cook? And I'll eat whatever you make."
"No problem."
Shirley had done her such a big favor, so whatever Shirley wanted, Mary would say yes.
Shirley said, "Hey, your voice doesn't sound quite right. What's wrong?"
Mary started, "I caught a cold, I..."
Before she could finish her sentence, her phone was suddenly snatched away. The call abruptly ended, and Matthew pocketed the phone.
"Matthew, what are you doing?"
Mary glared at him.
Matthew replied, "You need to rest now."
Mary retorted, "Then shouldn't you wait for me to finish my call? Am I about to die right now? Can't I even finish a sentence?"
Matthew coldly stared at her. "If you want to die right now, I can make it happen."
Mary cursed him a hundred times in her heart but didn't dare say a word.
Mary thought, 'Damn it! He's so overbearing! Where was the gentle Matthew from before? Give him back to me!'
She turned her head away furiously, ignoring him.
Matthew observed her profile, his eyes darkening. "You did well this time. With the collaboration with the Henry Group, the position of department supervisor is yours."
His deep voice fell, but the only response was silence.
"Say something!" He demanded.
Mary retorted, "Are you nuts? You're the one who told me to rest, and now you want me to talk."
Matthew's brows furrowed. He looked at Mary's pale face and said nothing, closing his eyes instead.
Mary gritted her teeth, feeling defeated.
After a long while, her voice echoed in the hospital room.
"Matthew, why didn't you stand up for me last night?"
Matthew's breath caught, seemingly surprised by her direct question.
Mary continued, "Didn't expect me to ask, did you? But why shouldn't I? You're my husband, the person I've always relied on, the one I... used to love the most. In that situation, you should have stood up for me."
She spoke with a faint smile of bitterness on her face. "But you acted like an outsider, laughing at my misfortune."
Matthew, however, stared at her intently. "What do you mean by 'used to love the most'?"
Was she saying she didn't love him anymore?
Was she so fickle?
Mary looked straight at him, "Why don't you ask yourself?"
Matthew's thin lips pressed into a straight line, his aura becoming more intense. The temperature in the hospital room seemed to drop several degrees.
Mary said tiredly, "Stop making things difficult for a patient."
Matthew's expression froze, his gaze at her unreadable, but a fire seemed to burn in his chest, making him very uncomfortable.
He wondered, 'Did she really prefer the amnesiac him?'
This time, the hospital room finally fell into a prolonged silence.
Mary dozed off again, and when she woke up, it was broad daylight outside. She got up and saw her phone on the bedside table.
She turned it on, and it was a message from Matthew.
