Chapter 85: Was He Such a Stupid Man?

Mary didn’t even realize it herself. The moment she was sure that Monroe wasn’t hurt, she heaved a sigh of relief.

Mary asked, “What Happened? Where did you go?”

Monroe: “Of course I was fooling around with another woman. I only came back after having sex with her!”

Mary felt the wrath of Monroe’s sarcasm, well, she had wronged him first…but she was not wrong when she analyzed that Avra wanted to seduce him, it was just that he had not been fooled yet!

“Forget it if you don’t want to say it. I’m going back to sleep!”

Mary turned around and was about to leave. subconsciously, she felt that she could not stay any longer.

Monroe took a step forward and spread his arms. He leaned forward and circled Mary between his chest and the wall.

Monroe was not in a hurry to close his torn clothes. He showed Mary his firm chest.

Mary stared at the wall of muscle in front of her and she felt inexplicably flustered… and blushed.

“I’m sleepy. I want to sleep!”

She reached out to push Monroe away, but Monroe didn’t budge.

“Didn’t you quarrel with me just now? Did you give up so quickly? Huh?”

Mary did not say a word.

Monroe said, “You’re a younger sister. You’re quite angry about your brother’s affairs. Tell me, why do you care which woman I sleep with?”

Mary bit her lip and defended herself. “I’m just angry that you gave the supplies to someone else! I didn’t mean anything else!”

Monroe moved closer, and Mary had no choice but to lean her face against the wall.

“You, back off First!”

Monroe pretended not to hear her. “Mary Dawson, is my impression of you that bad? So bad that I can sleep with any woman I want?

“Am I such a stupid man?

“Can’t you tell who’s trying to seduce me?

Whether he fell for it or not, it always depended on his mood. And it wasn’t because of a woman’s scheming!

Mary pouted. “That’s right! You obviously slept with a maid the first time I saw you… and wasn’t Jennifer your mistress…”

Monroe’s expression froze.

He suddenly lost interest and was a little embarrassed.

“Get lost, get lost! Go back to sleep!”

Monroe let go of his arms and waved his hand, holding his forehead as if he was very worried.

Mary quickly slipped back into her room.

Lying on the bed, listening to the sound of the rain outside, Mary quickly fell asleep.

On the other hand, Monroe, who was in the next room, was lying on the bed, listening to the wind and rain outside the window. He was obviously very tired from doing things outside, but lying on the bed, his mind was full of what Mary had just said and was not sleepy at all.

The next day, Mary was awakened by a knock on the door.

She went over to open the door, it was Adela.

Adela saw Mary and was pleasantly surprised. “Eh? Miss Mary, it’s you who opened the door today! This is breakfast. We made it ourselves. Have a taste!”

Mary looked at the relatively rich breakfast and was a little surprised. “How did you make it yourself? Where are the hotel staff?”

Adela said, “The hotel kitchen is completely flooded. The chef has left. There are still a few waiters who can’t leave and are waiting here.”

Mary was shocked. It was so chaotic?

“There was no riot in the hotel?”

Adela said, “What do you mean? Everyone went to the warehouse and the kitchen to rob supplies. Miss Mary, I wish you and Sir a happy meal. We will come up for a meeting at 10 o’clock!”

Mary closed the door, put the breakfast on the dining table, and then went to the living room to pull open the heavy curtains.

The flood had already come up to the second floor of most houses.

The rain was still so heavy, yet the government rescue was still nowhere to be seen.

On the contrary, there seemed to be a lot of bodies floating on the water.

Mary was in a bad mood and didn’t want to look anymore. She pulled up the white blinds.

It seemed that Monroe was still sleeping.

Mary came to his room and knocked on the door. “Hey, Monroe? Are you awake? Have you had breakfast?”

Mary felt a little guilty for falsely accusing Monroe and Avra of fooling around last night.

It took a while for a reply from Monroe’s room. “Um…”

The voice sounded a little weak.

Mary asked again, “Are you okay?”

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