Dear Soldier, Put Your Gun Down

Chapter 33 I Won’t Screw You if I Don’t Love You

Inside the bathroom, Winona’s body was writhing around in pleasure. She gasped in pain all of a

sudden when she accidentally knocked her back hard against the wall. Matt quickly flipped her around

and immediately felt bad when he noticed the bruises on her back. He wiped her body dry, wrapped a

towel around his waist, and carried her out of the bathroom.

He took out a tube of ointment from the medical kit and applied it to her back gently. “You’re so

careless.”

Winona retorted in her exasperation, “You shouldn’t be complaining when I’ve done an admirable job

fulfilling your sexual needs.”

Smiling, Matt whispered, “Well, you’d better make sure you’re healthy and alive because I don’t have a

thing for lifeless bodies.”

He squeezed her scrawny arms and commented with a frown, “Why aren’t you gaining weight? From

tomorrow onward, you have to start consuming at least 250 grams of steak every day.”

“Is he going to feed me like a pig?” she thought. Feeling annoyed, she flipped her body around. Her

pair of large tits jiggled vigorously following her movement. Seeing that, Matt swallowed lecherously. “I

like it that your chest isn’t as skinny as the rest of your body.”

Winona rolled her eyes at him. “Matt Snider, why can’t you just talk like a normal person?”

“Is it wrong to flirt with my wife?”

Winona was miffed. She smacked his body hard with a pillow and fumed, “Spend the night at one of

the guestrooms to reflect on your mistake!”

Matt grabbed the pillow and threw it away. “You’d better not test my limits!” he growled.

He had no clue what had triggered Winona’s sudden angry outburst. “Women are indeed nothing but

trouble! They switch between different moods so fast that I can’t even keep up!” he thought.

Winona just wanted to have some space to reevaluate her relationship with Matt. A marriage with only

lust but no love was not something she desired.

“Get out now!”

Immediately, Matt whirled around and marched toward the door. Before reaching for the knob, he made

his way back. He wormed his body underneath the blanket and wrapped his arms around Winona. “My

bed is here; my wife is here. There’s no reason for me to leave.”

In a bitter tone, Winona asked, “Why did you marry me if you don’t love me? There are plenty of

women out there who are willing to marry you. Why me?”

Finally, Matt realized what was bothering her. He let out a sigh and tightened his arms around her.

“You’re such a silly girl. Do I look like the type of man who’s up for casual sex? Listen, I won’t screw

you if I don’t love you. I can’t stop touching you simply because I love you too much.”

Winona was left speechless.

To be honest, his answer was blunt but reasonable.

Deep down inside she knew he cared about her, but she needed to hear the reassurance from him to

feel more secure.

“Karen told me that you sneaked out of the base just to rescue me although that might have upset your

commanding officer. I really appreciate that. Honestly speaking, my heart was pounding crazily fast the

moment you appeared in front of me. Matt, I think I’m falling in love with you, and it makes me feel …

awful.”

She welcomed the feeling, but at the same time, she felt apprehensive about it.

Matt did not respond to her with his usual mockery. Instead, he took in her words with a solemn

expression on his face.

Seeing that, Winona couldn’t help reaching out to smoothen the deep crease between his eyebrows. A

smile spread across her face when she brushed her fingers over his facial features. Only then did she

realize how beautiful his face was—his eyelashes were thick, his nose was straight and pointed, and

his lips were full and luscious. Yet, his typical poker-faced expression made him come across as

unapproachable.

Having a fixed daily routine, Matt woke up every day at five in the morning. After getting changed, he

stared at Winona’s face and couldn’t resist pecking on her cheeks. Winona moaned and flipped

around. Because of that, the blanket slid off to her legs, revealing her cleavage. Matt, who was

immediately turned on, cursed and leaped at her.

Three hours later, Matt got out of bed a satisfied man. Meanwhile, Winona was left sprawling on the

bed, looking drained. She fixed Matt a resentful glare and seethed, “You’re an animal!”

Unfazed by her curse, Matt kissed her goodbye. “Please be a nice girl and stay at home for the rest of

the day. I’ll be at the base training the newbies today.”

As far as Winona knew, Matt had always been swamped with work. She wondered why he could still

look so energetic after torturing her in bed for three hours.

When Herman saw Matt’s contented expression, he immediately realized what had been keeping Matt

in his bedroom for the past three hours. Indeed, Winona was the only person in the world who could

make Matt break his routine.

After Matt was gone, the mansion plunged into utter silence right away. It was because Matt had

warned the housekeepers not to disturb Winona or they would get the boot.

At the training base, the recruits of the army were plodding through a pool of mud with a log that

weighed a ton on their shoulder under the swelteringly hot weather. Meanwhile, Matt was lounging on a Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

rattan bench and sipping on coconut water. Herman was standing next to him with an umbrella in his

hand to offer him shade.

Finally, one of the recruits voiced his dissatisfaction. “Sir, I have something to say!”

Matt removed his sunglasses and raised an eyebrow at the recruit. “Shoot!”

“I don’t think anyone can complete this mission at all! It’s going to take us at least thirty minutes to

make it to the other end even without this log!”

Matt chuckled coldly, “Someone did it at the age of seventeen. Also, it merely took him 15 minutes.”

Disbelief was written all over the recruits’ faces.

In a dashing manner, Matt tossed his sunglasses aside and threw himself into the muddy river. He took

the log from the recruit, then instructed Herman with a smile, “Fetch me another coconut. I’ll be back in

three minutes.”

The group of recruits witnessed a miraculous moment next. Matt waded through the mud lithely like a

serpent and vanished out of their sight. Before long, a gun was fired at the other end of the river. The

recruits quickly checked their watch. Indeed, it only took Matt three minutes to reach the other end of

the river.

Looking proud, Herman addressed the recruits, “Now, do you guys still think this is a mission

impossible?”

“Nope!”

Their spirited voices resounded in the military base.

“You guys have a lot to learn from General Snider. Now, stop whining like a baby and focus on the

training!”

Just then, the national anthem was played. From that day onward, every recruit had made it their

aspiration to become someone as legendary as Matt.

Felix, who had been waiting for Matt, handed him a towel solicitously. “It’s good to show off your

marvelous skills from time to time to humble the recruits.”

“How come you’re here?” Matt asked.

“The president is here, and he’s in a bleak mood. You should probably go check on him now,” Felix

replied.

Matt stepped into his office still wearing the same muddy uniform because he had no time to get

changed.

Everything in a military base was simple and minimalistic. Matt’s office was a camp in which a desk,

several chairs, and a wooden bed were placed.

The president, who was sitting on one of the chairs in perfect posture, was enjoying a cup of tea. Unlike

other sixty-year-old men, he did not have many lines and wrinkles on his face,

He frowned at the sight of Matt’s soiled uniform. “You must be the most hardworking and dedicated

general I’ve ever seen.”

Matt said while washing his hands, “Isn’t that what you want me to be?”

“Are you still feeling bitter for being assigned to train the recruits?”

“Not at all.”

“I’m glad to hear that. Well, I’m not going to beat around the bush here. Take a look at these photos.

Did you take them? Did you post the viral video of Sharon Winston on the internet?”

Matt did not deny his confrontation. Instead, he stared at the president unwaveringly and asked, “Sir,

are you aware of Andrew Larson’s plan to sabotage my wife?”