Chapter 718 You Figured It Out a Bit Late
Mary's eyes widened slightly, staring at Matthew in disbelief.
Did he really just say that?
Was he possessed or something?
"You don't have to look at me like that," Matthew said, as if he knew exactly what Mary was thinking.
His thin lips curved into a faint smile. "Back then, I was all about how much I liked your scent, your body, having you around. Even if you didn't want to be with me, as long as you were there, I felt good. So, I never cared about your feelings or thought about whether you wanted to stay or not. I just made you stay."
"Sure, I still feel the same way now. But I think maybe if I try a different approach, I might be able to keep you and save our shaky marriage."
As Matthew spoke, he kept his gaze fixed on her eyes, deep and dark, with a hint of tenderness.
Mary felt a wave of bitterness rise in her heart, a feeling she couldn't quite describe.
If he had realized this sooner, would things have turned out differently?
Mary lowered her eyes slightly and sighed, "But Matthew, it's a little too late for that."
A piece of paper crumpled and then smoothed out could never be the same as it was before.
It already had irreparable wrinkles.
Matthew, however, said, "We're still young, not old and frail, so it's not too late at all."
Mary's long eyelashes trembled, and the cold wind seemed to blow through a hollow space in her heart, leaving her feeling desolate.
Matthew looked at her earnestly. "Mary, won't you give me a chance?"
Mary lifted her gaze to him and said, "No."
"Alright, I'll take that as a yes."
Mary was speechless.
Matthew still preferred to live in his own world, only hearing what he wanted to hear, even from the person he was pursuing.
Mary turned and walked away.
Matthew followed behind her, his long legs easily matching her pace without much effort.
The black coat he wore accentuated his broad shoulders and straight posture, making him look even taller and more imposing.
He asked, "Don't you want me to sign?"
Mary paused, holding back her temper, and handed him the document.
This time, Matthew didn't pull any tricks. He took the pen and signed it.
Mary watched his every move, afraid he might try something else.
Seeing that he really signed it, she felt a bit incredulous.
Matthew handed the document back to her. She checked it carefully, confirming there were no issues, saying, "Once I get back and the contract is finalized, we'll be done."
"We're still married."
Matthew's eyes were fixed on her.
Mary looked at him. "Your health is fine now. I'll tell the lawyer we can proceed with the court hearing. I hope you'll attend."
With that, she turned and walked away, her slender back straight with determination.
She was resolute in not giving Matthew another chance.
Matthew's eyes darkened. He pulled a cigarette from his pocket and lit it. The pale blue smoke enveloped him but was quickly blown away by the wind.
His heart felt like it was burning, needing water to extinguish the flames.
But the water he wanted didn't want anything to do with him.
Mary returned to her studio, only to hear strange noises coming from the office.
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