Chapter 99 How Close Do You Want to Get?
Matthew had just returned to the Montagu Mansion when he received Mary's call. Without much hesitation, he answered, "Hello?"
Marry struggled to suppress her emotions, but her voice still trembled slightly, "Matthew, where are the bodyguards you arranged for me? The ones who are supposed to protect me closely?"
Sensing the unease in her tone, Matthew asked, "What happened?"
Mary replied, "I want bodyguards now."
Matthew responded, "If you don't tell me what's going on, how can I arrange that for you?"
Mary insisted, "I don't care. I want you to arrange bodyguards who will protect me closely, preferably the kind I can see whenever I want."
A dangerous glint appeared in Matthew's eyes. "Fine, I'll make the arrangements."
"Make it quick, please," Mary said before hanging up.
For some reason, upon hearing Matthew's voice, her fear and unease seemed to dissipate gradually.
Clutching her phone, she chuckled self-deprecatingly. She thought to herself, 'Was I becoming dependent on Matthew? What would I do if we divorced and I no longer had him? Would I even survive?'
Well, she wasn't even sure if she could live until that time.
Mary lost her appetite after the gruesome image that had been haunting her. The nauseating feeling returned sporadically.
Half an hour later, the doorbell rang.
Startled, Mary cautiously approached and peered through the peephole. Upon seeing the visitor, she hesitated for a moment before opening the door.
"Why is it you? Where are my bodyguards?" she asked.
Matthew had changed into a new outfit, the black trench coat emphasizing his tall and handsome figure. His whole demeanor exuded nobility and coldness, his features sharp and penetrating.
Matthew's eyes met hers as he suddenly approached, grabbing her wrist and pulling her closer.
"How close do you want your bodyguards to be?" he inquired.
Mary hesitated, "Not that close."
Releasing her, Matthew walked in as if it were his own house. "Bodyguards can only protect you outside, not inside. Your request is something they cannot fulfill."
Frowning, Mary asked, "Then what should I do? This house is too big to live alone. I am scared."
Looking back at her, Matthew stated, "I can do it."
Mary responded, "I am not sure."
Matthew gazed at her intently, asking, "What happened?"
Exhaling, Mary handed him her phone. "See for yourself."
Matthew took the phone and immediately saw the photo.
Sitting on the sofa, Mary remarked, "I was about to eat, but now I totally lost it."
Matthew called his subordinate Maria Diaz without delay. "Maria, check something out for me."
After a brief conversation, he hung up and sat beside Mary. Despite having already eaten, he suddenly felt a desire for more.
Perhaps it was because he hadn't tasted her cooking in a long time.
Returning with an extra set of utensils, Matthew sat on the carpet without hesitation. Mary was taken aback, "What are you doing?"
"I'll take what you left," Matthew replied, taking a bite of the food.
The familiar taste spread across his lips and teeth as he took another bite.
Observing him eat voraciously, Mary sat down and started eating as well. If she didn't, he would finish everything!
