Chapter 1 She's Not Qualified

It was a drizzly night.

Inside the private room, the sound of clinking glasses mixed with lively chatter.

A handsome young man lounged lazily on the sofa, a sexy woman nestled against him like a cat.

Someone nearby sneered, "Mr. Montagu, aren't you tired of playing the prince falling in love with Cinderella? When are you getting a divorce? You're not seriously thinking about bringing a poor girl into the Montagu family, are you?"

"Mr. Montagu is the third child of the elite family in Lindwood City. Even if he doesn't marry someone of equal status, at least there's a beautiful woman here for him, right?"

Everyone looked teasingly at the woman leaning against Matthew.

Matthew Montagu smirked as he casually said, "Just having fun. She's not qualified to be Mrs. Montagu."

The crowd erupted at his words.

One of the rich kids exaggeratedly raised his phone, "I won! Good thing I specifically called Mary over. That ugly duckling should have known her place and stepped aside long ago..."

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, the sound of a bottle shattering rang out.

Everyone turned to see Matthew suddenly stand up, his face flushed with rage. "What did you say?"

The rich kid was stunned and stammered, "What's wrong, Mr. Montagu? You don't like her anyway, so I just helped you out..."

At the same time, the door to the private room burst open.

Mary Smith stood at the entrance, dressed in cheap pajamas and drenched from the rain.

Mary looked at Matthew from a distance, her expression filled with sorrow, her fingers gripping her phone so tightly they had turned pale.

Half an hour ago, someone had sent her a message saying Matthew was beaten up while working part-time at a bar.

She hadn't even had time to change her clothes and rushed over, only to find out that her sincere feelings had been toyed with.

Matthew wasn't a homeless man, nor was he mute.

On the contrary, he was the third child of the elite family in Lindwood City, and his voice was incredibly charming!

She shook her head, took two steps back, and turned to run before Matthew could approach.

"Mary!" Matthew called out softly, striding after her.

As they passed the restroom, he grabbed Mary's arm and pulled her into a stall.

In the confined space, the only sound was their rapid breathing.

"Matthew, you've been lying to me all along! Your amnesia was fake, your being mute was fake, even your identity was fake!"

Matthew silently looked at Mary.

Her long hair clung wetly to her delicate face.

Further down, the slightly open neckline of her pajamas revealed her enticing skin.

Matthew's Adam's apple bobbed.

She looked incredibly alluring right now, absolutely irresistible.

A spark of desire ignited in his lower abdomen. Matthew gripped Mary's hand and lowered his head to kiss her lips.

Mary struggled, but Matthew grabbed her slender waist and pulled her into his arms.

His erection pressed against Mary.

Mary paused, then struggled even more fiercely.

The taste of blood spread.

Matthew frowned and released her lips, but a bloodstain from Mary's bite remained on his lips.

Tears welled in Mary's eyes, her expression stubborn, and she mocked, "Mr. Montagu, is it fun for you to trample on someone's sincere feelings?"

"Your sincerity is worthless, and the Montagu family would never accept an ordinary woman," Matthew's nearly heartless voice sounded, his long fingers gently brushing the hair by her ear, his tone seductive, "But isn't it enough that we had beautiful memories?"

Mary didn't move, staring at him.

After a while, she suddenly laughed, "Matthew, I won't divorce you."