Dear Soldier, Put Your Gun Down
Chapter 87 Feeling Painful and Happy

Matt lay contentedly on the bed, wrapping his arms around Winona and kissing her slender fingers. She drew her fingers back and pinched on him with both shyness and anger. "Have you been coveting the hands of mine for a long time?"

He smiled wickedly, his fingers caressed across her lips, breasts, sliding down her waist, and landing on her delicate thighs. "Here, here, and here. I have been longing for them for a long time." "Matt, you rascal!" she said.

"We are flirting. Which inch of your body is not mine?" he asked.

She nudged him hard with her elbow. He covered the wound and gasped. Instantly she got panicked. "Did I hit your wound?"

He calmed down a bit. After his feeling of pain faded, he smiled at her. "I lied."

"Matt, you liar! How can you make me worry for nothing?" she said.

"Don't move and just let me hold you like this," he said.

He held her tightly in his arms, breathing in the familiar fragrance of her body. Why was he so fascinated by her, as if he had seen her for the first time years ago?

It was raining outside the window. The night view in the distance was blurred while the splendid neon lights had been twisted into colorful lines. This scene made him think of the rainy night many years ago when he first met her.

"Did you ever think you would become a doctor? Perhaps many years ago you discovered that you had the potential to save lives?" he asked.

"No, I actually prefer design. At first I thought of learning some medical science so that one day I could cure Aileen's illness. But I did not expect to become a chest doctor by accident," she replied. There was a trace of loss in his eyes. She did not remember him and did not remember what happened back then.

"Then did you ever think you would one day become the youngest general in Coscana?" she asked.

"No. I was just trying to survive," he said.

Back then, he was like a street dog, getting cold stares and being humiliated all the time. And then someone offered him an opportunity, and he had to take it. Only by surviving could he ask for revenge from those who had trampled on his dignity.

She raised her bright eyes to look at him. "Matt, I believe it was not your fault back then."

He got stiffened slightly. There seemed to be some kind of inexplicable feeling flowing in his body. For so many years, it was the first time he heard someone say this to him. All the others thought he was ruthless and scheming. Back then even Andrew Larson pointed at his nose and scolded him, "Little bastard! I don't have a ruthless son like you. In order to enter the Larson family, you even poisoned your own mother to death!"

At that time, everyone thought it was him who used a 'thoughtless act' to poison his mother. They believed he did this to win the sympathy of the Larson family and enter the family house with the identity of an orphan. After all, the only one person Hazel could not tolerate was just his mother.

"Why did you think so? Others all think that your husband is a vicious and cunning man who only uses people," he asked.

"No reason. I just believe you," she replied.

He held her tightly in his arms, and she only felt his chest rise and fall slowly. When she noticed her hair a little wet, she asked, "Matt, are you crying?"

She was about to raise her head when he covered her eyes with his big hand. "How is that possible? I am not a winey baby. Why would I cry?"

"Matt, it is okay if you cried. It's not a shame to cry in front of your wife," she said.

"Shut up!" he said.

She suddenly felt funny and found him cute when he was moved. Jokingly, she started to sing softly,

"Men cry too

Don't you know that they do

It doesn't make him less a man

Cause he expresses all he can

Baby, Men cry too

You know that this is true

There are tears he cannot hide

Sometimes he can't push them aside

He lowered his head and kissed her, warm tears dripping down her face. On this rainy night, he indulged himself again. He could not remember how many years he had not shed tears. Perhaps since that accident, he had become cold and indifferent. She was now the only reason for his heartbeat.

In the morning, she fetched some medicine and gauze, cut the blooded bandage on his chest and cursed in anger, "Matt, do you want to die? Don't you know you're wounded? How could you still be so reckless yesterday?"

It turned out that his wound had cracked when they made out last night. But he had been holding back from saying anything until she woke up in the morning and saw the blood coming out of his chest. She violently ripped off the bandage that was stuck to his flesh. He gasped. "Little devil, can't you do it more tenderly?"

"Well, weren't you quite good at enduring pain last night?" she said.

"It was different last night. I was both painful and happy. I was willing to die on you," he said.

She suddenly felt angry and amused at the same time. "Well, after you die, I will take all your money to remarry. By then I will choose a handsome young man and live a free life happily."

He instantly became gloomy. "How dare you! I will not keep haunting you even if I become a ghost!"

"Then be obedient!" she said.

She hugged his body and put the bandage around his back. He laughed and held her in his arms. "Little devil, what should I do? I just can't resist you. You are my aphrodisiac."

She got up and poked him in the chest. "Although aphrodisiac is good, you should take less!"

"Mm, you just tried to murder your husband," he said.

"Well, if you don't cherish yourself, you will soon be my late husband," she replied.

She giggled and left with the medical kit. As soon as she saw Abram's haggard face, she suddenly withdrew her smile and said coldly, "He has not yet recovered. So please do not disturb the patient, Mr. President."

"Winona..." he hesitated.

"Please leave, Mr. President!" she said.

"Honey, I am the one who told Mr. President to come," Matt said.

She then walked out and closed the door with a bang.

Abram looked bitter. "I know I owe her too much. It is fair that she does not forgive me. But I will make up for it in the future."

"It's good that you know it, Mr. President. If Winona doesn't accept your apology, please don't disturb her anymore. I will protect her," Matt said.

"I believe you. No matter what happens in the future, I will attend your wedding as scheduled. So don't worry," Abram said.

Matt smiled with lowered eyes. When he looked up again, he showed some determination and indifference in his eyes. "In the past, I asked you to officiate the wedding because I wanted to give her a grand wedding and announce to the whole country that she is my wife. But now since she does not welcome you, I think there is no need to invite you."☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐