Dear Soldier, Put Your Gun Down novel Chapter 17

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.

After some hair-raising turns, Matt miraculously slowed down. But he stubbornly refused to look back at her.

The car cruised into a grand manor, probably a residence prepared by the military for General Snider.

Outside the entrance, more than two dozen maids stood at attention.

Matt got 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 over Winona as he carried her into the house.

The atmosphere inside was quiet and serene, much like its owner.

Walking over to the bedroom, he kicked the door open and threw Winona on the bed. She almost fell off due to the momentum as she bounced off the bed, but Matt caught her in time.

Dumbfounded, she finally comprehended Matt’s actions. This man acted tough, but he still had a soft heart.

“Matt, come on let me go!”

He ignored her, instead beginning to undress himself in preparation to take a bath.

Seeing this, Winona’s shoulders shook with emotion. He frowned slightly, the hardness inside his heart melting away, and said, “Enough of that. Stop crying. I should make you pay for trying to get with other men.”

Her shoulders continued to shake. Matt finally lost patience and undid the belt tying up her hand. It was at this point that he realized Winona was chuckling with mirth.

Furious, he snarled, “Winona, are you kidding me?”