Dear Soldier, Put Your Gun Down

Chapter 56 I’ll Only Fuck You

Matt had Winona under him, staring at her like a hungry wolf, “Darling, I’m hungry, too. I’m famished,

actually.”

“Uh.”

Two hours later, when Matt got up with satisfaction, Winona didn’t even have the strength to move.

Suddenly, she regretted why she told the beast she was hungry. She could have gone downstairs

silently instead. And now, even if she was starving, she couldn’t even get up.

If Matt was the big bad wolf, then she must be a delicate bunny which was easy to get caught.

After a short while, Matt brought back some tasty dishes to her. He was in a good mood, humming all

his way. But Winona glared at him, gritting her teeth.

“Aren’t you hungry? Come, eat some.”

She rolled her eyes at him, “Do you think I can still get up?”

He laughed and pulled her up into his arms, blowing the porridge a few times and then putting it beside Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

her mouth.

But she turned her head in anger.

He smiled, “Do you want me to feed you?”

Hearing this, she took the spoon immediately and started to eat. After eating all the porridge and

tasting some of the dishes, she lost her appetite.

He frowned, “That’s enough to make you full? Eat more meat and gain some weight. I like my girl being

a bit chubby.”

She rolled her eyes again, “If you wear me out like that every day, I won’t gain any weight. Uh.”

She might have eaten too fast that she couldn’t help burping. Therefore, she followed the elders’

method and needled on her fingers several times.

Seeing the blood on her fingers, Matt's heart ached. He lowered his head and put her fingers in his

mouth gently. An electric feeling flowed from her fingertip to her heart. She looked down at him. His

clean and neat brush cut, thick hair, and two hair whorls on his head, which showed he was a

domineering man with strong sexual desires. Despite this, she was still fascinated by his occasional

tenderness.

“Matt.”

“Call me honey.”

“Honey… Hic! ”

The hiccupping continued, and then he grinned, “I know how to stop it.

“What? Uh.”

He circled her neck and had his tongue in her mouth. The kiss was overbearing, gentle, slow, and long-

lasting. He didn’t let her go until she gasped for air.

“Does it work?”

Her cheeks reddened as she looked at him, “Oh, save it. You are just excusing for your savagery.”

Her lips were swollen but looked lustrous after the kiss. And her delicate face was now like an attractive

juicy peach.

“Don’t look at me like that, or I’ll kiss you again.”

As his voice fell, he pulled her down on the bed, looking her in the eye. Their breaths lost their pace.

“Just stop. I’m tired.”

“Mentally or physically? What did Frederick say to you to make you so haunted?”

She stared intently into his eyes, “What would you do if I were not... not Winona and didn’t even know

who I was?”

He bowed his head and kissed her on the forehead, “Silly, no matter who you are, you are my beloved

woman. I won’t fuck anyone except you!”

Her eyes were moist. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she kissed his, her tears falling.

They made passionate love until finally, she was exhausted and drift into a tight sleep, while Matt

walked to the window, looking at the dark night. There were emotions stirring in his eyes. She still

chose to keep the secret to herself, but that was okay. He could find it out by himself! He would spare

no effort to check anything related to her. As her husband, it was his duty to share her sorrows and

worries.

The next day, when she woke up and stretched her arm to the space beside her, she was surprised to

feel something hot, which started to bulge instantly.

She opened her eyes alertly, “You... you are still here?”

Wasn’t he supposed to go to the barracks now?

The truth was, Matt asked for leave today and wanted to spend the day with her at home. Even if he

got up early, he stayed by her side since then. Later, he got bored, so he lay beside her and glanced at

the military and political information. Unexpectedly, not long after, her hands got to his...

He smiled, “You want it? I’m glad to do morning exercises with you.”

She shuddered and sat up abruptly, ignoring the pain all over her body. “I... I have an important surgery

to do today.”

She was so adorable when she was flustered.

Matt finished his breakfast within three minutes, out of habit in the barracks. Instead of leaving, he sat

on the sofa idly, flicking through the magazines and looking at her from time to time. But when she

raised her eyes to look over, he pretended to read the magazine.

“Don’t go to work today. I’ll take you somewhere nice.”

Winona clenched the chopsticks in her hand slightly, “No, I still have an operation to do, and the patient

insisted that I should do it.”

She then lowered her head and ate faster.

Matt could tell that she was lying, but he didn’t intend to expose her, saying casually, “I’m going to the

President’s Office today. I can send you over to the hospital on my way.”

For fear that Matt might be suspicious, she didn’t refuse.

Arriving at the hospital, she quietly changed her clothes until she was sure he had left, and then she

came out of the back door and took a taxi.

“Matt, it’s Winona. Shall we follow her?”

“Be careful to stay stealth.”

“I’m on it.”

Felix turned around and caught up with the taxi without delay. He kept the distance properly, so Winona

didn’t realize anything wrong.

Later, the taxi stopped at the Winston family, and Winona got off and walked in.

“Matt, shall we break in?”

Matt shook his head as he squinted at the old house. Somehow, he felt a bit uneasy.

When Elizabeth saw Winona all of a sudden, she went over and raised her hand to slap Winona, but

the latter caught her arm, “Elizabeth, what’s this for?”

“Bah! How dare you come back after what you did to your sister?”

Winona sneered, “She has gone mad to eat poop. Shouldn’t she stay at home? Not to mention she’s

not necessarily my sister.”

Elizabeth tumbled backwards and her gaze flickered. She wondered if Winona had known something

she wasn’t supposed to know.

Christopher came downstairs at this time. As soon as Winona came into his view, he quickened his

pace and put on an obsequious smile, “Winona, you are back? Then what about General Snider?”

Winona fixed her gaze on him indifferently, “Mr. Winston, I’d like a word with you.”

Christopher frowned slightly, “Why don’t you call me father?”

“Humph, do you deserve it?”

“How dare you!”

Christopher raised his hand but soon put it down, considering her identity had changed right now,

“Come with me.”

Winona followed him to the study and asked directly, “Who is my real father?”