Dear Soldier, Put Your Gun Down

Chapter 18 I’ll Make You Ask For It One Day

Winona felt uptight as Matt looked ready to pounce on her. “Matt, my down there still hurts a great deal.

I really need to get some rest tonight or I won’t be able to get out of bed for work tomorrow morning.”

Winona had known Matt well enough to know that he actually cared about her a lot despite how much

he liked to squabble with her. As long as she cajoled him with the right technique at the right time, he

would never force her into doing things she did not want to. Winona found it kinda adorable.

Just like what she had expected, Matt snorted icily, “Stop moving around or I’ll make you regret it in an

instant!” Despite his harsh tone, he tightened his arms around her body affectionately.

Winona snuggled in his arms and reached for his waist. The moment her hands came into contact with

his skin, he stiffened.

Like a kitten, she nuzzled her head against his chest and spoke softly, “Matt, I’ll try my best to be a

good wife. You can be sure about that.”

Before meeting Matt, Winona had never truly cared about anyone before. But now, she would try her

best to care about Matt and fall in love with him. After going through so much in her life, Winona had

learned to count her blessings. All she yearned for was a peaceful life in which she had enough time

and the ability to take good care of Aileen. It was unwise to expect too much from a man as successful

as Matt because she knew she would just end up feeling disappointed.

Matt furrowed his brows slightly in the darkness. In reality, what he wanted Winona to be was more

than a dedicated wife. After loving and protecting her for years, he wished to see her falling head over

heels with him one day. Yet, he understood that he had been too impatient lately, and he had

overlooked the fact that it took time for a relationship to develop. In the end, he relented, “Well, let’s hit

the sack then.”

Winona obediently shut her eyes and soon fell soundly asleep. Listening to her even breathing, Matt

opened his eyes and hovered his fingers over the contours of her facial features. He inched closer to

her and whispered in her ears, “I’ll make you ask for it one day.”

He was determined to be the only man in Winona’s life.

Matt had always been a light sleeper. He had probably developed the habit when he was staying at the

military camp. Even the slightest noise in his surroundings could wake him up and make him stay alert.

Just as Winona wanted to get out of bed, Matt, who sensed her movement, sat bolt upright

immediately. He put an arm over her chest and confronted her, “Where are you going?”

Winona was intrigued by his reaction. “Does he think I’m trying to run away from him? This mansion,

even the entire Bolwich, is filled with people working for him. There’s no way I can escape him.”

“I’m heading to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for us.”

Matt quickly realized he was overreacting. He relaxed the tension in his body and asked calmly, “Why

don’t you just let the maids do it?”

She flashed him a mischievous grin. “Are you worried that the chore might tire me out?”

Beguiled by her smile, a jolt of electricity coursed through Matt’s body. A strong desire to make love to

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with his weight. Winona could feel his warm breath caressing her cheeks.

“For me, you just need to serve me well and make sure I’m satisfied to be a perfect wife,” he muttered.

Winona glared at him. “Matt, can’t you just give me a break?”

Smiling wickedly, he tickled her ears with his breath and whispered, “I can’t… My desire for your body

is keeping me awake.”

Winona went speechless.

Still, she tried to convince him to let her go. “For your information, I’m quite a good cook. What kind of

cuisine would you like to have? Do you fancy an all-meat meal or a vegetarian meal?”

Listening to her sweet tone, Matt wished he could devour her right away. However, patience was a

virtue. He was set to wait for the day she willingly made love to him.

He got up and put on a set of casual attire. “Just cook whatever you want. I’m not particular about

food.”

Winona knitted her brows at his vague answer.

After washing up and getting dressed, she made her way to the kitchen. Karen and Amber were there

to help her out.

“Do you girls have any idea what General Snider likes to eat?” she asked.

“I’m afraid we don’t have much of an idea because General Snider usually has his meals at the base.

Now that he’s married, I bet he will start having his meals at home in the future.”

To play it safe, Winona prepared a crowd-pleasing menu consisting of some pan-fried salmon and

sunny side-ups.

Karen, who was just about to speak, clammed up the moment she noticed Matt standing by the door.

Immediately, she dragged Amber out of the kitchen to give them space.

Matt leaned against the door frame where he watched Winona in action. Warmth filled up his heart

when he noticed how much effort she was putting into the meal.

Although she was wearing a loose-cutting T-shirt, it did not make her look any less attractive to Matt.

Her body seemed to have special magic that could keep him constantly turned on. A heartwarming

smell of food permeated in the air which reminded him of home. The thought caused a lump to grow in

his throat.

Matt’s mother passed away when he was eight. From then on, he became homeless. When his life was

at its lowest ebb, he had to beg for money and scavenge for food on the streets. One day, he got

involved in a brawl with other beggars over a conflict. His physique caught the eye of Frederick Tucker,

who invited him to join the army. At the age of twelve, Matt overcame the challenging recruitment

process and successfully became a soldier. In the past sixteen years, he had gone through countless

hardships, and he finally earned a respectable ranking in the army with sheer hard work and integrity.

Having gone through numerous life-and-death situations and witnessed the brutalities of wars, he had

long forgotten how it felt to have a home and a family. Now, he regained the lost sentiment because of

Winona. It was a feeling which felt foreign to him.

With his eyes red-rimmed, he strode over and hugged her from behind.

“Knock it off! The eggs are getting burnt!”

Sensing his sorrow, Winona wanted to turn around and check on him. She was immediately deterred

from doing so when he warned her coldly, “Don’t turn around!”

His voice was trembling slightly. “Matt, what’s the matter?” she asked.

He rested his jaw on her shoulder and commented scathingly, “Winona, I’m afraid the sunny side-ups

you made are a complete failure. I’ve lost my appetite just by looking at them.”

“Well, just skip the eggs and have something else then.”

Winona walked out of the kitchen holding a plate of sunny side-ups. Meanwhile, Matt followed her out

holding a plate of salmon and some toasts.

Herman couldn’t believe what he saw. “Holy crap, what just happened? This is a miracle for someone

who’s never stepped foot in the kitchen and never had breakfast at home!” he thought.

The maids were equally flabbergasted when they saw Matt walking out of the kitchen behind Winona

like a devoted stay-at-home husband.

Matt snatched the plate from Winona and started nibbling on the sunny side-ups. Seeing that, Winona

couldn’t help rolling her eyes at him. “Why is he eating the eggs when he’s so dissatisfied with their

appearance?” she wondered.

Winona nudged the plate of salmon to Matt when she noticed he had yet to take a bite. “Why don’t you

give this a try? It’s juicy because I controlled the oil temperature well.”

He frowned at it before giving Winona a sly smile. “I’ll have it if you feed me.”

Winona was pissed off. “Does he think I’m his servant?” she thought. Something flickered in her eyes

before she put a piece of salmon on his plate with a radiant smile.

Matt stuffed it into his mouth with his brows furrowed. Seconds later, he sprung to his feet and

scrambled toward the bathroom.

Seeing that, Winona was dumbfounded.