Chapter 48 He Dialed the Wrong Number
Matthew had given Mary what she wanted, so she should be happy, right?
But judging by her look just now, she didn't seem that way.
Why?
The harder Matthew thought about it, the more irritated he became. Just then, his phone rang. It was Michael. "Mr. Montagu, Mr. Jones has arrived."
"Alright, I'll be back soon."
Matthew replied coldly and ended the call.
He cast a deep glance in the direction of Mary's home, then turned the car around.
In the evening, when Shirley arrived, Mary had prepared a table full of dishes.
"Mary, this is too lavish!" Shirley exclaimed excitedly, hugging and rubbing against her.
Mary replied, "It's okay."
Shirley said, "I brought wine."
Mary helplessly said, "I can't drink; I am taking medicine for a cold."
Shirley was surprised, "How did you catch a cold? But you look pretty good."
Mary said, "You'll know why I look good."
Mary took out a file folder and handed it to Shirley, "Here, take a look at this."
"What's this?"
Shirley opened it, took out the contents, and her eyes widened instantly!
"This is... Mary, what happened?" Shirley exclaimed.
Mary replied, "Sort of. I got divorced and became rich instantly. That's why."
Hearing this, Shirley put the stuff down, cupped Mary's face in her hands, and said, "Is that so? You must be so sad."
Mary was stunned, staring at Shirley for a moment before bursting into laughter.
"What's good about being sad? Can love pay for food? Money is more practical. I'm moving, then resigning. Do you have any plans? If not, let's go on a world tour."
Mary shared her plans with Shirley.
However, Shirley couldn't force a smile. She knew Mary so well that Mary was only faking.
She had once liked Matthew so much.
But now, with the divorce settlement in hand, their marriage truly seemed to be over. All that was left was a divorce certificate.
Their entanglement had come to an end.
Mary sighed, "I'm fine. Why are you acting like this? I'm sharing my joy with you. Weren't you always advising me to break up with him? Well, I'm doing it now."
Shirley said, "But you'll suffer it, Mary. If you're sad, cry it out. It's okay. I promise not to record or take pictures."
Mary chuckled at her teasing. "Alright, let's eat before the food gets cold."
"Okay, let's dig in!"
Shirley nodded and opened a bottle of wine. "Since you can't drink, I'll do it for you. Cheers!"
She clinked Mary's bowl and took a big sip.
Mary thought to herself, 'If I had known she'd be like this, I wouldn't have told her.'
By the end of the night, Mary was fine, but Shirley was drunk out of her mind. Mary made some honey lemon water for her and helped her to the guest room so she could rest.
Coming out of the room, Mary was about to go wash up and sleep when her phone rang. It was a call from Matthew.
It was already ten o'clock at night. Why was he calling her now?
"Hello?" She answered, her tone cold.
"Michael." On the other end, Matthew's hoarse voice came through, extremely indifferent.
Mary was stunned; wrong call?
After a moment of silence, she said, "This is Mary."
But all she heard was his somewhat heavy breathing. After a while, his voice came through again.
