Dear Soldier, Put Your Gun Down

Chapter 92 I Can't Sleep Thinking of You

Matt realized now the reason for everything she did today. She was on her period and she seduced him

just to fool him around.

Looking at his fuming face when he had to restrain his desire, Winona couldn't hold back her laughter

anymore. There was a sudden realization that torturing Matt could be fun too.

"Do you remember your punishment the last time you made a fool out of me, little devil?"

She took a deep breath. Last time, she tied him on the bed and… She was made to do it in the

washroom, at the balcony, on the couch, and bed… She could barely walk after that. But on second

thought, what could he do to her now that she was having her menstruation?

"Oh, perhaps you don't know that a woman's memory tends to worsen during menstruation. I did want

to surprise you but forget about my situation."

Looking at her explaining nonsense in a sincere manner, he couldn't help teasing, "I don't mind a

bloody battle though," he said casually as he lifted her skirt and pretended to take further action.

She panicked and instantly put on a pitiful face, "I'm sorry darling, please have some mercy."

The way she called him darling melted his heart. It was rare for the little devil to ask for mercy, and he

wouldn't be Matt Snider if he didn't take advantage of this chance.

"You've had your fun, now it's my turn."

"What… What do you want to do?"

He took her hand, put it on his hard and burning part, and nibbled her ears, "You have to put out the

fire."

She regretted instantly. It was indeed her responsibility to put out the fire she started.

She wrapped his part around with her fingers, the soft and smooth sensation made him tremble

slightly…

He wiped each of her fingers delicately after it ended. "Whoa… Such a pair of skillful hands, which

could perform surgery, hit the president, and bring pleasure to your husband."

She pulled her hand back instantly and said, "Do it yourself next time."

"What's the use of having a wife then?"

She rolled her eyes on him, "Now only I know that you get married just to satisfy your desire in bed."

"Just in bed? Balcony, washroom, sofa… Anywhere is fine!"

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Winona felt cold with a stomachache every time during her period, this time was no exception. Matt

held her in his arms, rubbing her tummy, "Let's go to the hospital tomorrow. I don't like to see you in

pain."

"Are you free? Aren't you busy with the election lately?"

"My wife is my priority."

His words were more effective than any pain killer. She stuck out her tongue at him, "It's alright, I'm just

feeling a little chilly, which is a common syndrome most women experience during menstruation."

"But I'm concerned," he tightened his hug.

He applied for a seven-day leave for Winona the next day. Mr. Stanley was a smart person, he took

note of those dates and called Winona to show his concern. He even promised to let her rest whenever

she felt uncomfortable in the future. Winona felt slightly embarrassed, afraid that she was the first to

take menstrual leave in the hospital, and it was all due to her overly loving husband.

Not only that, Matt even hired a well-known gynecologist to perform a medical check on Winona. She

was prescribed with some medicines and he kept asking questions repeatedly during the process until

he was sure that there was nothing wrong with her body.

Winona on the other hand sat lazily on the couch enjoying fruits. She was entertained by what was

going on with Matt— as if he was the one who was sick. His questions were so detailed and it showed

how much he cared for her. And this warmed her heart.

The presidential election finally came to an end these few days and as expected, Abram Cohen was

staying. She had a mixed feeling seeing the familiar face on TV, but when she heard the feminist

congressperson propose to allow menstrual leave for females in Coscana, she was sure that it was

Matt's idea.

Winona went to the hospital feeling fresh after her menstrual leave. Matt accompanied President

Cohen on his state visit to neighboring countries. Though she was free without him clinging to her, she

felt empty inside.

Matt gave her a video call when she was enjoying her coffee time in the office after a surgery. She

instantly tidied her hair, checked herself in the mirror and answered his call after making sure she

looked nice. It warmed her heart the moment she saw the familiar face on the screen. She even felt like

crying.

It was the handsome face she missed, the delicate and distinctive features along with his usual teased,

"Do you miss me, little devil?"

"I'm having a good and leisure life at home without you."

He stared at her without even a blink and said, "Little devil, I lost weight."

She glanced at him and found that he looked skinnier indeed. She said sadly, "What happened? You

are on a state visit trip with the president, in other words, it's a leisure trip, not a battle, so how did you

lose weight? Don't you know how to take care of yourself, Matt?"

"I can't sleep thinking of you, so of course I'll lose weight, silly."

She laughed, "Don't try to hide anything from me with the sweet words."

"You are all over my mind when I can't see you; and seeing you makes me miss you even more."

Her eyes started to tingle, "Me too, I miss you… so so much."

Tears rolled down her cheeks as she spoke. He panicked and threatened, "If you don't stop crying, I

swear I'll fly over now and torture you in bed!"

"Matt, how boring can you be threatening me using the same thing every time? Come at once."

"Is that a challenge?"

"Well?"

"Wait for me in bed tonight."

"Okay, not only I'll be waiting, I'll wear your favorite lingerie and pole dance in front of you, deal?"

She was sure that it was impossible for him to come back. It was a twenty-four hours flight from

Coscana to Hupal, hence, there was no way he could make it.

Matt looked at his private part feeling annoyed after the video call ended. He could visualize the image

of the little devil swaying in front of him. He was turned on. He had no control at all over his desire for

her.

"Herman, get the military jet ready to Coscana."

"But the president hadn't given out any order General, this seems…"

"There's more important matter waiting for me, are his secretaries useless?"

"Noted. I'll get it ready right away."

Herman walked out and thought, 'What's wrong with the General today? He speaks with his back

facing me all the time, is he not well?'

Winona finished her work and was on her way home. There was a thin layer of mist shrouding the first

night of fall; there were no more leaves on the trees alongside the road. They seemed lonely. She

dozed off in the car but suddenly felt a pair of eyes staring at her from afar.