Chapter 94 You Go to Hell!
Mary hesitated for a moment but decided to walk over.
In the elevator, there were only Matthew and Michael.
As Mary entered, Michael conscientiously stood in a corner.
She lowered her eyes, trying to ignore Matthew's powerful and icy aura beside her.
The elevator was quiet, with a faintly chilling atmosphere circulating.
When the elevator doors opened, Mary didn't rush out. She waited for Matthew to exit first before leaving herself.
However, neither of them moved.
What was going on?
Michael stood in the corner, trying to disappear into the wall, thinking to himself, 'Mr. Montagu, Mrs. Montagu, if you don't get out, how am I supposed to leave?'
Why couldn't they have this conversation outside the elevator?
Why were they stuck in there?
Just as Michael's mental defenses were about to crumble, Matthew finally spoke, "Aren't you going home?"
"I am. After you. I'm not in a hurry," Mary replied.
"Okay, if you're not in a hurry, then neither am I," Matthew responded.
Mary fell silent.
What was wrong with Matthew? There were definitely some.
Michael also remained silent.
The elevator doors were slowly closing.
Not wanting to waste any more time, Mary squeezed past Matthew and was about to leave.
But Matthew grabbed her wrist, then his cold and piercing gaze lying on Michael's face.
Michael flinched and understood what Matthew meant. He quickly shouldered his way through Matthew, and exited the elevator.
Once outside, he felt a lot better, as if he could breathe more freely.
Frowning, Mary asked, "What?"
Matthew looked at her, his voice low and pleasant. "Have you considered what I said?"
"What is it?" Mary inquired.
"We should live together," Matthew stated.
"That's impossible," Mary replied. How could he want her life and her body? Wasn't that too much to ask for?
In his dreams!
Matthew's brow furrowed, "But if we don't live together, what's the point of maintaining our relationship?"
"In that case, let's get a divorce," Mary suggested.
Matthew's breath caught for a moment.
The elevator doors closed once again.
Mary took a deep breath, "Mr. Montagu, I want to go home for dinner. Could you please let go?"
"Fine, I also need to have dinner," Matthew replied.
Mary chuckled in exasperation, "Then go eat. Why are you holding onto me?"
"You need to eat, and so do I. Why not eat together?" Matthew proposed.
Mary thought to herself, 'You go to hell!'
With a firm push, she freed her wrist from Matthew's grasp and left without a word.
Matthew watched her slender figure walk away, his eyes darkening slightly.
Just then, his phone rang. Looking at the screen, he saw it was Laura calling.
"Hello?" Laura's gentle voice came through, "Matthew, have you finished work?"
"Yes, what's up?" Matthew asked in a cold tone.
"I've made some of your favorite dishes. Do you want to come over for dinner? And also, I have something to tell you," Laura said.
Matthew's eyes darkened, and after a moment, he replied, "Okay."
Laura sounded pleased, "Great, I'll be waiting for you!"
Matthew hung up the phone.
Laura looked at the dishes on the table with a smile on her face. Then she noticed her outfit and felt dissatisfied. She turned and went back to the bedroom's dressing room, taking a long while before finally picking up a wine-red V-neck long dress.
