Dear Soldier, Put Your Gun Down

Chapter 17 You Better Take Responsibility

Expressionless and hard-eyed, Matt glared at the woman in front of him. Undoing his belt, he whipped

it out as a wicked smile twisted his lips. “It seems I have to teach you some manners on how to be an

general’s wife.”

Winona looked around at the scattered photos. Each of them showed a man and woman hugging each

other tightly, their faces highly recognizable. Without a doubt, it was her and Benjamin. Whether in part

due to the photographer’s intent, she looked tender and attached, as if reluctant to break off the

embrace.

Matt held her chin up, forcing her to look upward at him. “Are you that eager to see him? Huh?”

His eyes burned with rage.

She calmly matched his gaze and smirked. “Can’t you see this is a trap, Matt? Someone wants to

frame me, and you were the perfect tool,” she said.

Of course he knew this was a trap. Nonetheless, his pride prevented him from accepting her behavior.

His own woman hugging another man. Winona belonged to him. The thought of anyone else touching

her infuriated him to the point of borderline madness. Looking at her untroubled expression, it was

evident she did not empathize with his thinking.

Seeing red, Matt suddenly tied her wrists with the belt and, with a violent heave, stripped away her

dress. Winona’s snow-white skin was immediately exposed in the air, the sudden shock causing her to

tremble uncontrollably.

“Matt, have you lost your mind?”

“Hehe, wait till Benjamin comes out to pick up his car. What do you think he’ll do once he hears you

moaning as we fuck?”

He bit her nape forcefully, palming her body all over as he savored every moment of it.

Winona did not react. Instead, she frigidly said, “Then I will never forgive you.”

That put a stop to his actions. With nowhere to direct his anger, he clenched his fist and smashed the

car window, leaving fragments of glass stuck in his hand. Blood dripped everywhere.

In the ensuing silence, Matt got out of the car and into the driver’s seat. He stomped on the accelerator

and for a moment the wheels spun gravel, before screaming out into the road. Passers-by jumped out

of the way, their indignation forgotten when they spied the custom license plate.

The sheer momentum pushed Winona against her seat, causing her to draw in her breath in utter

shock.

After some hair-raising turns, Matt miraculously slowed down. But he stubbornly refused to look back at

her.

The car cruised into a grand manor, probably a residence prepared by the military for General Snider.

Outside the entrance, more than two dozen maids stood at attention.

Matt got out of the car, slamming the door as he went. After taking a few steps forward, he turned back

and, taking off his overcoat, draped it over Winona as he carried her into the house.

The atmosphere inside was quiet and serene, much like its owner.

Walking over to the bedroom, he kicked the door open and threw Winona on the bed. She almost fell

off due to the momentum as she bounced off the bed, but Matt caught her in time.

Dumbfounded, she finally comprehended Matt’s actions. This man acted tough, but he still had a soft

heart.

“Matt, come on let me go!”

He ignored her, instead beginning to undress himself in preparation to take a bath.

Seeing this, Winona’s shoulders shook with emotion. He frowned slightly, the hardness inside his heart

melting away, and said, “Enough of that. Stop crying. I should make you pay for trying to get with other

men.”

Her shoulders continued to shake. Matt finally lost patience and undid the belt tying up her hand. It was

at this point that he realized Winona was chuckling with mirth.

Furious, he snarled, “Winona, are you kidding me?”

Laughing wholeheartedly, Winona sat up hugging her sides. “I mean it’s funny. Clearly it was your fault

for misunderstanding, yet here you are trying to pin the blame on me.”

Matt ripped open his shirt in response. His pectoral muscles strained at the seams as the buttons

popped off one by one. He smiled lazily. “Oh? Fanning the fires, are you? Then you better take

responsibility!”

She rolled her eyes. “Can’t you just act normal? Do we have to do this every time?”

He pounced on her and pressed their bodies together. Now entangled, their breaths mingling together.

She smelt wine in his breath as she heard him whisper into her ear. “Winona, I hate betrayals. If you

ever tried to do so, I’ll make you pay like never before!”

Winona looked at him fearlessly. “Oh? Speaking from experience, are we?”

Matt smirked. “Think of it like this. Either that never happened, or I made sure it never happened. Don’t

ever try to betray me,” he said.

He suddenly nibbled her ear, causing her to gasp.

“I told you before. If you treat me well, I’ll do the same.”

His hand moved in tandem, tracing lines upon her breasts in a slow circular motion. “So do I have a

place in your heart?”

Winona tilted her head to the side. The only ones she cared about were Aileen and herself. She never

considered opening her heart to anyone else, much less him of all people. Are there any good men

left? Her mother believed so. She loved Christopher and looked how that went. Less than three days

after she died, the bastard took a new wife.

His question unanswered, Matt became angry once again. He got up and stormed out, slamming the

door in the process.

Rage unabated, he went straight to the training camp and ran through all the drill exercises, driving his

soldiers to the brink of exhaustion.

None of them uttered a single word of complaint. They knew without a doubt that the only person who

could provoke the general to such an extent was the madam.

The drill went on until midnight. Everyone was tired, slumped in the mud, their energy drained.

Matt kicked them one by one. “Useless piece of shits! Is this all you got!”

You’re the one who’s not human, boss, the soldiers privately thought, had they had his stamina, they Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

would have replaced him in a second.

After a while, Herman came over and whispered, “General, we caught the sniper, but……”

Matt snapped back. “And?”

“The man committed suicide.”

He crushed the cup in his hand and said coldly, “I see. Find the perpetrator behind all this. I’ll give you

one week. No one threatens my wife.”

Herman felt like pulling out his hair after hearing the command, but he knew Matt’s stubbornness, and

quietly complied.

So Winona did not lie. Matt’s expression eased a bit after knowing that fact, but still felt uncomfortable

thinking back to the hug. He immediately issued another order, “FALCON team, prepare for a ten-

kilometer cross-country hike!”

Everyone’s mouth started to twitch. We didn’t do anything to you, boss, it was the madam!

It was way past midnight when Matt finally returned to the manor. As he strode into the bedroom,

testosterone pumping, Winona’s eyes widened upon seeing him. Her back stiffened in mute response.

Matt bathed and dressed in his pajamas before heading to bed. Seeing the poor Winona crouching at

the edge of the bed, he frowned and reached out to her, embracing her in his arms. Her body became

even stiffer in response, a slight tremble running across her body.

“Ha... So you haven’t slept yet. Waiting for me? I see.”