Dear Soldier, Put Your Gun Down
Chapter 17 You Better Take Responsibility
Expressionless and hard-eyed, Matt glared at the woman in front of him. Undoing his belt, he whipped it out as a wicked smile twisted his lips. “It seems I have to teach you some manners on how to be an general’s wife.”
Winona looked around at the scattered photos. Each of them showed a man and woman hugging each other tightly, their faces highly recognizable. Without a doubt, it was her and Benjamin. Whether in part due to the photographer’s intent, she looked tender and attached, as if reluctant to break off the embrace.
Matt held her chin up, forcing her to look upward at him. “Are you that eager to see him? Huh?”
His eyes burned with rage.
She calmly matched his gaze and smirked. “Can’t you see this is a trap, Matt? Someone wants to frame me, and you were the perfect tool,” she said.
Of course he knew this was a trap. Nonetheless, his pride prevented him from accepting her behavior. His own woman hugging another man. Winona belonged to him. The thought of anyone else touching her infuriated him to the point of borderline madness. Looking at her untroubled expression, it was evident she did not empathize with his thinking.
Seeing red, Matt suddenly tied her wrists with the belt and, with a violent heave, stripped away her dress. Winona’s snow-white skin was immediately exposed in the air, the sudden shock causing her to tremble uncontrollably.
“Matt, have you lost your mind?”
“Hehe, wait till Benjamin comes out to pick up his car. What do you think he’ll do once he hears you moaning as we fuck?”
He bit her nape forcefully, palming her body all over as he savored every moment of it.
Winona did not react. Instead, she frigidly said, “Then I will never forgive you.”
That put a stop to his actions. With nowhere to direct his anger, he clenched his fist and smashed the car window, leaving fragments of glass stuck in his hand. Blood dripped everywhere.
In the ensuing silence, Matt got out of the car and into the driver’s seat. He stomped on the accelerator and for a moment the wheels spun gravel, before screaming out into the road. Passers-by jumped out of the way, their indignation forgotten when they spied the custom license plate.
The sheer momentum pushed Winona against her seat, causing her to draw in her breath in utter shock.
down. But he stubbornly refused to look
cruised into a grand manor, probably a
entrance, more than two
out of the car, slamming the door as he went. After taking a few steps forward, he turned back and, taking off his overcoat, draped it
atmosphere inside was quiet and serene, much like its
door open and threw Winona on the bed. She almost fell off due to the momentum as she bounced
finally comprehended Matt’s actions. This man acted tough,
come on
undress himself in preparation to take
with emotion. He frowned slightly, the hardness inside his heart melting away, and said, “Enough of that. Stop crying.
the belt tying up her hand. It was at this
snarled, “Winona, are you kidding
it’s funny. Clearly it was your fault for misunderstanding, yet here you are trying to
seams as the buttons popped off one by one. He smiled lazily. “Oh? Fanning the fires, are
her eyes. “Can’t you just act normal? Do we have
together. She smelt wine in his breath as she heard him whisper into her ear. “Winona, I hate betrayals. If you ever tried to do so, I’ll make you pay like
fearlessly. “Oh? Speaking from experience,
like this. Either that never happened, or I
nibbled her ear, causing
told you before. If you treat me
in a slow circular motion. “So do I
to anyone else, much less him of all people. Are there any good men left? Her mother believed so.
question unanswered, Matt became angry once again. He got up and stormed out, slamming the door in the