Dear Soldier, Put Your Gun Down novel Chapter 86

Sharon slowly widened her eyes, feeling that the river water was bone-chilling. “You… How did you know it?”

“Ha! God will not spare anyone who does evil. Do you think you can hide it? I just did not expect that you were so vicious at such a young age!” Winona said.

Winona’s mother did not expect that Sharon, an eight-year-old girl, would harm her, let alone this girl being her niece.

Sharon used one hand to hold on to the guardrail and refused to let go. She shouted hysterically, “She deserves to die! I am the legitimate daughter of the Winston family. But because of her, I can’t go home with my mother. Outsiders always call me a little bastard and I have to be careful every time I call my father.”

“So you had been planning to kill her? Sharon, you are such a horrible person.” Winona said.

Then she violently snapped Sharon’s fingers on the guardrail one by one.

“Ah! Winona, you bitch!” shouted Sharon.

Poof! Sharon fell into the river. Powerless while struggling, she felt cold water invading her body from all sides. Finally, she sank into the water slowly. Winona did not get up until the river recovered its usual peace. She looked at the sparkling river and said coldly, “Letting you die in such a beautiful place is my last mercy to you.”

She could not say how she felt. With a heavy depression looming in her heart, she came to Matt. When she saw him, she grabbed and put his hand on her face. “Matt, I killed her.”

He did not show any surprise. Instead, he comforted her gently, “She has lost her conscience and humanity.”

It seemed that he knew everything and she did not need to explain further.

“Do you want me to give you a warm hug? Huh?” he asked.

She looked down and rubbed his broad calloused palm. “No. I just… felt a little guilty in my heart. I actually lived with my mother’s murderer for so many years. And I even caused so many misunderstandings. How stupid I am!”

“Good! You know yourself well. If you get some of the essence from me, I guarantee that you will have a smart brain,” he joked.

She glared at him with shyness. “What essence… Damn, forget it! Can’t you talk to me properly?”

He suddenly became serious. “Okay. Then let me ask you a serious question. Will you forgive him?”

She knew he meant Abram Cohen, so she said firmly, “No!”

At this moment, a figure at the door suddenly froze. With sorrowful eyes, the man slowly closed the door and turned to leave.

She went out just in time to see de despondent figure. When she intended to walk directly past him, she was stopped by him. “Winona, I am sorry…”

“You should say this to my mother. It’s a pity that she will never hear it again,” she replied.

He knew it was his fault. If he hadn’t given up on their relationship because of low self-esteem, Gwendoline would not have cut ties with her family to look for him everywhere. And if he had not run for president, she would not have secretly used her body as a trade and quietly married Christopher. What a silly girl, who had been loving and protecting him silently by sacrificing her own happiness.

He felt great sadness and almost choked, “Winona, let me take care of you properly as a father in the future, okay?”

She fiercely pushed his arm away. “I don’t have a father like you, Mr. President!”

Her words were like a slap on his face. He looked at her who was leaving and remained silent for a long while. Then he slowly opened his wallet, looking at a photo of a smiling woman and swore in his heart, “Gwen, don’t worry. I will take care of Winona. For those who killed you, I will make them pay!”

Winona stubbornly straightened her back as she walked away. When she reached the corner, her emotions collapsed and she slid to the ground and cried out in great sorrow. All this came too late. It was too cruel both to her and to her mother.

She was amused by his words. “Childish!”

“Cutie, you look so attractive when smiling,” he replied.

She squatted down and wrapped her arms around his waist. “Matt, what should I do? I find myself falling in love with you. You are more important than anyone else to me. Am I crazy about you?”

He smiled happily, tenderly stroking her soft hair. “You are my wife. So you can love me as much as you want. I will try my best to satisfy you with whatever position you want in bed.”

“Can’t you just be normal?” she asked.

She stood up and was about to leave when he hugged her, rolled her over and pinned her to the bed. She could feel his hot breath. He mimicked her and said, “What should I do, little devil? I feel so thirsty for you. I want you more than ever. Am I having a love sick?”

She could not help but giggle. “Yuck! I am with you the whole day, so how can you be lovesick?”

“Because every day I see you, I want you more. It is so damn hard for me to restrain myself. So you have to make it up to me twice as much,” he said.

Feeling his body heat, she blushed. “Stop it! You are still sick.”

“Huh? Do you doubt my abilities?” he asked.

Her mouth twitched and she looked serious. “Mr. Snider, you just had a surgery two weeks ago. Do you want to tear your wound to have a hemorrhage? By then you will be the first general in history to lose his life due to sex.”

He took her hand and placed it on his burning body. “Well then, I will give you an opportunity to please me.”