Dear Soldier, Put Your Gun Down novel Chapter 4

Matt Snider walked in and surveyed the mess within the house, his face devoid of any surprised expression. He simply told Karen and Amber to clean it up.

As expected of their military training, they did a complete makeover of the room within a span of fifteen minutes and left promptly.

Now the two of them remained in the room. He slowly approached Winona, his movements slow and languid. Winona felt his overbearing aura and retreated until her back touched the wall.

Matt cornered her between the wall and his body. Lifting her chin with his hand, he said, “I’m afraid you might feel some discomfort for quite a while. Once the war is over, I’ll take you back to Country C. We’ll hold another wedding over there, a grand one.”

Nonetheless, Winona still felt agitated. She snapped back, her face flushed with emotions, “Matt, why are you messing up my life!”

If it weren’t for him, she would have been the dignified and gentle Mrs. Larson. In that case, she could take good care of Aileen.

“Hahaha, you really want to marry Benjamin Larson? Everyone in Country C knows about the Larson family. You’ll only be a captive kitten, imprisoned and confined inside the house. Is this the life you want? Winona, don’t be stupid. You and I are the same, we’re both ambitious, we both want more!”

Matt flirtatiously massaged her chest, rubbing his hand over where her heart is with a light touch.

She pushed him away angrily, “That’s none of your business! It has nothing to do with you!”

Unperturbed, he said, “Of course it is my business. We’re husband and wife now, fated to be together even in death. Besides, whatever Benjamin can offer you, I can as well; whatever Benjamin can’t offer you, I definitely can.”

Winona knew that Matt was backed by his strong family connections. He had become an general at a young age in Country C. Overall, he is indeed better than Benjamin, but this man is too dangerous. She was unable to get a fix on him, much less even control or influence him.

So she sneered, “So by your logic, I actually got the better deal?”

She really couldn’t find the reason why Matt was indispensable to her. Perhaps he really just wanted a woman to help resolve his relationship-related issues. After all, a man of his caliber attracts all sorts of female attention.

Winona’s gaze fell upon the gun beside Matt’s waist. Her mind raced and she suddenly thought of a way to escape. She smiled.

“Since tonight is our wedding night, how about some wine?”

A hint of playfulness flashed in Matt’s eyes as he wondered what sort of game the foxy Winona was planning.

Soon, Karen brought out a dozen bottles of red wine. Each of them looked expensive and of a high quality.

Winona opened a bottle and filled Matt’s glass to the brim. “Cheers!” they cried out.

She finished her wine in one go and set her now-empty glass down. Her face was now colored a deep crimson, while a darker stain of red wine remained on her lips. It was a bewitching sight.

Before Matt had even touched a drop of wine, he was already intoxicated by the sight of her.

She poured another glass, and just as she raised it to her lips Matt stopped her. “Since it’s our wedding night, naturally I want to drink some wine.”

Their arms were intertwined as their breathing started to get staggered. She could feel his breath, hot and domineering, upon her body. Neck, face and ear, he was everywhere. Coupled with the aroma of wine, it made her restless.

After drinking the wine, her cheeks became even redder and her eyes gleamed.

Matt instinctively cupped her face and kissed her. The taste was sweet, with a hint of the red wine’s aroma.

She pushed him away, saying, “I…I haven’t had enough, so drink with me.”

Actually her alcohol tolerance was high, up to a point that almost no one could match her. Likewise, she believed that Matt was not her opponent.

Sure enough, after ten bottles of wine consumption, Matt’s vision began to blur. His whole body felt heavy and dizzy.

She was also a little drunk, yet there remained a slight trace of reason left within.