Dear Soldier, Put Your Gun Down

Chapter 6 Time Reveals a Person’s Heart

Winona turned around to see Matt’s unsmiling and handsome face. Stunned into silence, she had not

expected to be found so quickly, almost in record time.

She quickly clutched her companion’s arm, crying out in a quavering voice. “Please, you got to help

me. He’s a sex trafficker!”

Outraged, the man moved in front of Winona, shielding her from Matt’s vision as he shouted. “Get out

of here or I’ll call the police!”

Not even bothering to retort, Matt merely grabbed the man and threw him aside by sheer force.

Seeing this, Winona tried to escape, but was immediately surrounded by Matt’s people. With nowhere

to run, she was eventually escorted to his chartered plane.

Once inside, Matt sat down and folded his arms dispassionately. “Quite the escape you planned out.

Very unique. I see you have a unique sense of fashion too, wearing this outfit as a disguise.”

Winona glared at him. As she gripped her clothes in silent fury, her cheap skirt suddenly ripped open at

the seams.

The glimpse of her bare legs prompted Matt to lean forward, grabbing hold of her to fix her gaze upon

himself. “...And eager for some action too,” he spoke hoarsely.

She raised her foot in an attempt to kick his crotch, but he pinned her down. Furiously she struggled as

she yelled. “Let go of me!”

“Matt, don’t you have better things to do besides bullying women?” Winona trembled as she spoke, her

tone filled with some measure of shame and annoyance.

“Well, I’m great in bed. Interested?

“Go to hell!” she retorted.

Her body’s trembling drastically, until even her teeth started clattering despite her best efforts.

“Benjamin and you haven’t done it before, not even once, am I right?” Matt said mockingly.

Winona froze. Her reaction confirmed his suspicions, and exhilaration filled his heart - she will belong to

him, body and soul.

She clenched her fists in humiliation as tears started streaking down her face.

Matt frowned, “You were just flirting with another man back at the airport. Don’t act like you’re so

innocent all of a sudden.”

His statement finally set her off, and she began to cry uncontrollably, tears streaming down her face.

Seeing this, Matt was at a loss for words. He was in a fluster to wipe away her tears, further smearing

the heavy makeup. “Now hang on a minute, stop crying. You’re ruining the mood.”

“What did I ever do to deserve this? To be bullied by you people, to live such a miserable life. I’m Dr.

Winston for god’s sake! Why do I have to go through with this kind of life – bullied by that mother of

yours, while having to take care of Aileen at the same time, not to mention working myself to the bone

just to go to college! All by myself! Just when I think it’s going to be over, you had to come and ruin

everything...” she sobbed as she tried to hold back the tears.

All the pent-up emotions within Winona, accumulated throughout a long time, spilled out as she wept

bitterly.

The frustration welled up inside Matt as he helplessly watched her cry, driving him to remove his jacket

and wrapped it around her. “Enough. Stop crying, that’s enough now.”

Miraculously, she did stop. She stared at him through her red puffy eyes, the tears still glistering within.

He released his grip on her. “Remember, you’re mine now. No talking to other men, much less flirting

with them.”

Winona quickly sat up, rearranging her disheveled clothes as she massaged her wrists, with a flash of

triumph gleaming in her eyes.

A woman’s tears are her best weapons. Even the cold-blooded Matt thawed in the face of wet tears

and a wavering voice.

She understood her current predicament. Right now, Matt controlled everything. It was near impossible

to escape his grasp with her own efforts. Right now, her priority was to lull him into lowering his guard

before she could hatch a new escape plan.

Matt handed her some tissues, which she used to wipe her tears as she privately thought – so he’s not

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“Alright Winona, let’s talk.”

He started talking as he buttoned up a white shirt, smiling ambiguously all the while. “You’re my

woman. As long as you do everything I say, you’re free to do anything you want.”

“What…”

He sat down and gently pulled her into an embrace. “So what do you want? You can tell me. Who

knows, if it’s reasonable, I might even allow it.”

Winona tried to escape his grasp, which caused him to gasp. “Stop moving!”

In this moment, she felt a rising sensation beneath her, between his legs. His erection. Winona cursed

him within her heart. As if they could talk in such a situation!

She breathed out slowly. “Fine. I know I can’t beat you anyway.”

“Smart girl,” She felt Matt patting her head affectionately.

“But I’m really not mentally prepared for this; can you give me some time?”

“How long?”

“Three months.”

“Excuse me?”

“One month.”

“Come again?”

She gritted her teeth. “Two weeks!”

Matt softly blew into her ear in response. “Alright, two weeks. I’ll agree to that. After all, Time will reveal

a person’s heart.”

The plane eventually landed. As she prepared to disembark, he took her into his arms again into

another embrace.

Nesting her head into his embrace, he said. “You can’t go out like this. Allow me...”

When he was done, her torn skirt was concealed behind the folds of a white shirt. His own white shirt.

That’s rather considerate of him, she thought.

As they walked off into the night, she turned to look at him blatantly from the shadows. Tall, strikingly

handsome, with piercing eyes to match a chiseled face…not to mention he had been in the military for

years and thus his body was in impeccable shape. She could make out the muscles through his

clothes, straining against the fabric. The wet dream of women all around the world.

Pity she never wanted such a man. Winona merely desired to live with Aileen, but she knew doom

would befall her if she ever crossed Matt’s path.

She was too absorbed in her thoughts to realize that they already reached the house. Not until when he

suddenly carried her to the bathroom and threw her into the tub did she came to herself.

Sober and awake, she glowered at him. “What are you doing?”

Matt grinned mischievously. “Do you want to bathe yourself, or shall I do it for you?”