Billionaire's Stubborn Slave Wife

Chapter 159: The drunken man

Matthew followed the maid and came to Emily's room, only to see Emily's face in a mess. The whole

body hung off the dirty things.

"What's wrong with you? You didn't fall down, did you?"

Matthew walked to Emily's front, for her full body wreck. Also a little puzzled.

Emily jumped directly into Matthew's arms and cried loudly and painfully.

The company's main business is to provide a wide range of products and services to its customers. He

did not immediately push Emily away. instead, he gently patted Emily's shoulder.

After crying for a while, Emily stopped crying. Dry the tears on her face. Look at Matthew with

embarrassment.

"Matthew. I'm really sorry for getting your clothes dirty."

Matthew laughed and shook his head.

"Emily, is this a good time to tell me. What the hell happened? Let yourself make such a mess ah? It

can't be that you encountered any danger on the way, right?"

Matthew's concern caused Emily's phoenix eyes to fill with tears again. But she stubbornly did not let

her flow out.

"It was my grandfather who hit me. If I hadn't run so fast, I believe I might have been in even more of a

mess."

"Your grandfather? He's back from a foreign country?"

Emily nodded her head.

"Just got off the plane yesterday, because I was late in getting a boyfriend, so grandpa was very angry,

plus yesterday I was not in a very good mood, so I spoke to grandpa in a somewhat less than good

tone, grandpa was even more angry, picked up something next to me and hit me hard. Because I ran

fast, so I fell down."

Emily was embarrassed to take this matter and told Matthew.

"Well, don't talk about it yet, get the wound, or it will easily get infected."

Matthew took the medical kit from the maid and personally disinfected the wound in Emily's hand.

Lauren walks to the door. What she looked at was Emily, who was leaning on Matthew's shoulder with

a smile on her face, the two of them talking and laughing. Let her heart produce a burst of tingling.

After taking a few deep breaths to calm herself, Lauren walked into Emily's room with a smile on her

face.

"Emily, are you okay? Does it hurt a lot?"

Being interrupted by Lauren's chance to make contact with Matthew, Emily's eyes, underneath, flashed

a look of disgust. But she hid it well, and her face still wore a smile.

"I'm fine now, Matthew bandaged me up, just rest for a few days and I'll be fine.Lauren, you don't have

to worry. I'm not in pain."

Lauren nodded.

"Matthew, can you come out with me for a minute? There's something I want to talk to you about."

Matthew comforted Emily with a few words. Then followed Lauren out of the room.

Looking at their departing backs, Emily's face, raised with a touch of malice, long nails, stabbed

viciously in her own hand.

She was very angry and did not expect to get herself all wounded, but did not attract any attention from

Matthew, instead Lauren said a word and took Matthew away.

Did grandpa give himself something that didn't do any good?

The more Emily thought about it, the angrier she became, and the only way to alleviate the chagrin

over her failure was to keep leaving wounds on her body.

"Say, what do you want from me? Didn't I tell you that you weren't allowed to go to Emily's room?"

Matthew's face was a little annoyed at Lauren's disobedience to his orders and her insistence on

seeing Emily.

"Matthew, if I don't go to Emily's room, is it possible that I won't see the two of you getting intimate?

What exactly do you take me for? I love you with all my heart, but you hurt me over and over again. Is it

that only when I really leave will you understand how good I am?"

"Leave?"

The two words, more stimulated Matthew. originally some anger he. At this moment is even more fire.

The long index finger, directly hooked Lauren's chin, so that she can clearly see, his pupils emitting the

cold cold air.

Lauren lifted her chin high and proud. There was no fear of the anger in Matthew's eyes.

"Matthew, tell me today what you really think of me. Is it a doll that you can manipulate at will? Or is it

an object for you to vent on?"

Lauren looked at Matthew with a pained face and a look of sadness in her eyes that she had never

seen before.

"You really want to know?"

Such Lauren, let Matthew some surprise, although Lauren also asked the same question before, but

the face never so much sad expression.

"Right. You must give me a clear answer today, if you give me an answer, I will know, where I should go

in the future."

Matthew nodded, let go of his hand, and sat across from Lauren.

"Listen carefully, I will tell my answer now, you namely a pawn in my hand that can be used. Another

whore for my Matthew's exclusive use, is that answer satisfactory to you?"

Lauren's eyes were on fire, glaring hard at Matthew's body like two sharp blades, stabbing him hard

with desperation.

After a while, Lauren suddenly stood up and came directly to Matthew's face.

The company's main goal is to provide the best possible service to its customers. With a smile on his

face, he put his hands around Matthew's neck.

Watching Lauren's movements, Matthew's face, raised a sneer. He didn't move and let Lauren

continue.

Lauren boldly reached inside Matthew's shirt and gently stroked his strong body. The right amount of

intensity made Matthew gag uncontrollably.

"What the hell are you going to do?"

Matthew took Lauren's hand away in a bad tone and then pushed her down on the couch beside him.

Lauren didn't mind Matthew's actions. A self-deprecating smile was on his face. Sitting up from the

couch, he came to Matthew once more.

"Matthew, am I not the one you vent to? If you're okay with it. Just don't push me away."

The contempt on Lauren's face for herself annoyed Matthew greatly.

He pulled Lauren directly into his arms, ripped her clothes hard, and buried his head directly on the

fresh-smelling skin.

In the face of Matthew's crazy actions, Lauren did not struggle, but let him fan the flames on her body.

As long as it doesn't hurt the baby inside her belly, Lauren really feels indifferent now.

Matthew's hands kept roaming over Lauren's jade back, but didn't see the results he wanted to see.

Although Lauren still made a seductive sound, Matthew could tell that the sound was really fake. So

hypocritical that it sounds fake.

"Lauren, you can shout a little louder."

Matthew's hands, stroking harder on Lauren's body. But in return, there was an even more exaggerated

sound.

In his anger, he directly pushed away Lauren in his arms, looking at the woman who had fallen to the

ground, her face a little pale, Matthew's heart, a nameless fire rose.

"Matthew, are you angry? Isn't this what you wanted?"

Lauren struggled to get up from the ground and stubbornly walked to Matthew's front, looking at him

with a condescending face, looking at the man she had loved with her life.

The bemusement on Lauren's face. It made the anger in Matthew's heart even more intense, his hands

clenched into heavy fists in order to restrain himself from reaching out to Lauren's body.

"Lauren, good for you, even if you like this life, then I'll make it happen, you want to be a whore, I

Matthew will make it happen."

Having said that, Matthew turned and walked out of the room.

Looking at Matthew's departing back, Lauren sat on the ground with a helpless look on her face, devoid

of the haughtiness and stubbornness she had earlier.

Tears drip down uncontrollably, now she is so helpless, so powerless.

On his way back to his room, Matthew, who had walked out of Lauren's room, ran into Emily, who was

dressed only in her pajamas.

"Matthew, what's wrong with you? Had a fight with Lauren?"

Emily asked Matthew tentatively.

"Nothing, just in a bit of a bad mood, Emily, it's better to go back to your room, you're dressed like this,

being seen by the maids will cause them to misunderstand."

Matthew simply swept a glance over Emily's body before heading for the study.

"Wait a minute."

Emily takes Matthew's hand.

"Matthew, you're in a bad mood and I'm in a bad mood, so why don't we go to the room and have a

couple of drinks."

Matthew thought for a moment, agreed to Emily's proposal, and took the lead to walk towards Emily's

room. He didn't even notice the smug smile raised at the corner of Emily's mouth.

"Matthew, try this, it's something I asked a friend to bring back from a foreign country, I've always

wanted to taste it with you, I just never had the chance."

Emily put a glass of wine. Placed it in front of Matthew's face.

Matthew drank it all in one go, letting the bitter taste slide right down deep into his throat.

"How's that? Is it good?"

Matthew nodded his head.

"It's delicious, but I'm not in the mood for wine tasting right now, I just want to get myself drunk and

intoxicate myself with the smell of wine and dreams."

Matthew's demoralization and the anger on his face let the wise Emily know that her chance had come.

She poured another glass for Matthew.

"That is, if the mood is not to drink, let's not get drunk, anyway, this is your home, even if you get drunk,

there will be maids to carry you back to your room."

Matthew nodded, let his guard down, and poured one glass after another into his mouth.

Before I knew it, a bottle of wine had gone down. But Matthew is not the least bit drunk, but the more

he drinks, the more sober he becomes.

"Emily, you've already had one bottle, it's late, get some rest, you have a wound on your body. Drinking

too much is not good for the wound."

After saying that, Matthew stepped on somewhat floating feet and walked towards the door.

"Matthew, drink some more with me. I'm in a really hard mood. It's the first time I've been beaten by my

grandfather and he's so angry, and I can't even get myself to sleep thinking about the image of him

beating me just now."

Emily pulls Matthew in and looks at him with expectation in her eyes.

Matthew let out a soft sigh. Had to sit back in his seat again.

Emily happily took out another bottle of wine and poured one for Matthew.

"Matthew, let me toast to you for letting me stay at the mansion at this time. I really want to thank you,

and I want to thank you for helping me at work."

Emily picks up the glass of wine. Look at Matthew with a fond face.

Matthew paid no attention to the love on her face. He just gently clinked on Emily's glass and drank it

down in one go. There was no expression on his face.

Emily was a little disappointed in her heart, but instantly her fighting spirit returned to her face.

"Matthew, wait a minute, I have a gift for you, it's been a long time since I bought it."

Emily turns around, walks to the closet, pulls out a gift box that has been wrapped, and then places it in

front of Matthew's face.

"Check it out, I hope you'll like it."

Unable to stand Emily's enthusiasm, Matthew had to open the box in front of her.

"Emily, thank you, the tie you chose is really nice and stylish, thank you."

At the corner of Emily's mouth, a light smile appeared, and then took out the tie. Bring it around

Matthew's neck.

"It's really pretty and suits your temperament."

Looking at Matthew, who was wearing the tie she gave him, Emily had a smile on her face.

"Matthew, you go to the dressing room and see if it suits your temperament."

Emily pushed Matthew to the inner dressing room.

"It's beautiful, but Emily, it's really late, it's time to get some rest."

After a few more drinks, Matthew was really feeling a little drunk. He didn't want to do something

unnecessary while he was unconscious.

"Okay, I'll drive you."

This time Emily didn't hold anything back. Taking Matthew's hand, she walked towards the door.

"Ouch."

Matthew had just walked to the door when he heard Emily's ouch in his ear. He subconsciously turned

around and saw Emily sitting on the floor with a painful face.

"What's wrong? Did you drink too much?"

Matthew dragged his somewhat heavy body and helped Emily up from the ground. emily's body, fell

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"I may have really drunk too much, Matthew, can you help me to bed? I think I might feel better after a

little sleep, my legs really feel weak now."

Matthew nodded, and although his own head felt a little sore, Matthew played the gentleman and

helped Emily toward the big bed.