Chapter 86 Let Me Go
"I want to sew your mouth shut right now," Matthew said softly.
Mary replied, "But I'm afraid that's not possible here..."
Before she could finish her sentence, Matthew's hot kiss descended upon her.
His kiss was urgent and fierce, as if he were releasing some pent-up emotions.
They became inseparable, making it difficult for Mary even to breathe.
She tried to push his shoulder, but he grabbed her wrist with one hand, directly pinning it behind her back, bringing her body even closer to his.
Mary seized the opportunity and bit his lip directly, but he didn't stop; instead, he deepened the kiss.
She was going to suffocate!
Mary thought, 'Had Matthew gone mad?'
She regretted coming in too early. If she had waited until they were done, she wouldn't have been treated like this.
Seemingly aware that she had no strength left to struggle, Matthew finally released her, but his nose still brushed against hers.
"Mary, why are you getting close to Robert again? Do you know what kind of person he is?" Matthew asked.
Mary's eyes were red from the kiss, and she looked at him angrily through her tears.
"None of your business!" Mary retorted. If he was very affectionate to Laura, then what was wrong with her seeking out Robert?
Matthew dangerously narrowed his eyes, grabbing her leg and twisting her around to straddle him.
Mary regained some strength but didn't immediately leave. Instead, she mocked him, "Matthew, are you not interested in Laura, so you're refusing to divorce me?"
She was talking nonsense, trying to provoke him.
But as her words fell, Matthew kissed her again.
This time, it was even more intense than before!
'Damn it! You jerk!' Mary cursed in her mind and eventually relented. "Not here."
Matthew's breath hitched, his wandering kisses landing on her neck before stopping.
"Matthew, you used to keep your promises. You promised me thirty million dollars. Why are you suddenly backing out?" Mary asked in a muffled voice.
She didn't want anything else now but the money!
She understood now that in this world, only money wouldn't betray her!
Matthew's voice became hoarse, "That was divorce settlement money. Since we haven't divorced, why should I give it to you?"
"You—"
Mary was so angry she almost fainted. She dared to cursed inwardly, 'Matthew, you are truly a jerk!'
Matthew, bastard!
She laughed bitterly, "Fine, if not divorce settlement, how about living expenses? I am now Mrs. Montagu. If people find out you're not supporting me, you'll be the laughingstock."
"Whatever," Matthew replied.
Mary fell silent.
Was Matthew truly embodying the role of a scoundrel to the end?
The ceiling of the private room was intricately decorated, their shadows vaguely reflected within it.
Mary blinked and said, "Are you willing to see me dead?"
Matthew looked up, his brows furrowing, "What are you talking about?"
Mary gazed at him, "That night, I almost died. Robert saved me. Matthew, let me go. Let's get a divorce. I don't want to die so young."
He pondered, 'That night? The night she had returned with Robert?'
Matthew's brow furrowed, staring at her intently, as if trying to judge the truth in her words.
But his gaze pierced Mary's heart, causing her pain.
She looked at him in astonishment, "Seriously? Do you think I'm lying?"
