Chapter 518 I'll Sleep on the Couch
Returned to the bedroom.
Mary closed the door and sighed in relief, feeling that Matthew was growing increasingly peculiar.
However, she didn't dwell on his changes. What mattered most to her now was planning the next steps.
After taking a shower, she lay in bed looking at her phone, jotting down everything she needed to do next.
After a while, she turned off the lights and went to sleep.
But in the middle of the night, the bedroom door was opened, and in the darkness, Matthew's tall figure emerged.
Seeing this, Mary frowned slightly and said, "What are you doing here?"
Matthew replied, "This is my bedroom. If I don't come here, where else would I go?"
Hearing this, Mary got up immediately, "If you're in this room, I'll go to another one."
But her wrist was grabbed by Matthew, "Mary, do you know what acting means? I can't be sure if the mastermind behind Montagu Mansion has someone placed here, nor can confirm the presence of any cameras. If you just walk out like this, what if someone sees through our plan?"
In the darkness, Mary looked at his handsome face, unable to discern the expression in his eyes. Her tone was cold, "This is your house, your place. If you can't even guarantee that, I doubt your abilities."
She pulled her hand away and turned to walk towards the door.
She wasn't falling for his trick.
Matthew stared at her deeply and said, "We'd better stay in one room. We don't have to sleep in the same bed; I'll sleep on the couch."
He walked straight to the couch and lay down.
Mary glanced back at him. In the darkness, she could only see a vague outline of him. She didn't dwell on it and returned to the bed.
With a comfortable big bed right there, who would think of sleeping elsewhere?
In the darkness, their breathing gradually became even. Though they remained silent, an unexplainable tension hung in the air.
After a long while, Matthew listened to the increasingly steady breathing from the bed and opened his eyes. He got up from the couch quietly and lay down beside her, maintaining a proper distance.
It was unclear how long it had been. When Mary turned over in her sleep and seemed to hug a big stuffed toy. She liked hugging a toy to sleep, but after marrying Matthew, her hugging target changed from a toy to him.
Gradually, she forgot about the toy.
Now, hugging again, she wrapped around him.
Matthew felt her soft body tightly hugging him. His sexy Adam's apple bobbed up and down.
This was the result he wanted.
But now, he couldn't sleep even more.
He wrapped his arm around her waist, closed his eyes, and ignored his body's reaction. Just being able to hold her while sleeping was good enough!
That night, Mary slept very well.
The next morning, when she opened her eyes, she could still feel the large and firm sensation of the toy in her arms. She stared blankly at her arms.
Was she dreaming?
Then why did it feel so real?
She got up, looking a bit confused at herself, then glanced around. Her gaze fell on the couch, where Matthew's figure was long gone.
It was already 6:30 in the morning, and he was up so early.
After washing up, Mary came out of the bedroom. Breakfast was already prepared in the kitchen. As she went downstairs, Matthew returned from outside.
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