True Love Waits

Chapter 1140 Washing Her Feet

Erica began to wonder if Wesley was really her father. How could he speak to her this way? The man was acting like her sworn enemy. He was even more hateful than Reese. As the night fell, Matthew arrived at the villa two hours earlier than before. There was no light in the living room except the grayish glare of the TV.

Moving slowly and silently, he crept up to the sofa from behind. Without even looking, he'd known what was on the screen.

It showed a cemetery with two human figures standing in the middle of it. More precisely, it was two ghosts.

With much precision, Matthew reached out and patted Erica on the shoulder, then quickly drew himself back.

"Ah!" Erica screamed and shook.

As she twisted around, Matthew saw her face had instantly gone pale. He'd expected this reaction; it was the second time she'd been scared to death like that.

It took her a few seconds to recognize who had touched her. She calmed down quickly enough, but if looks could kill, Matthew would have dropped dead right then and there.

"Can you not do that when you come back next time?" she demanded, trying to keep her voice down. "Having to deal with you is worse than having real ghosts around. Do you realize that?" There was a trace of a smile in Matthew's eyes. "What do you want me to do next time?" he asked.

"Call me in advance!" she snapped. "Actually, no, that won't do either. The phone ringing suddenly will scare me too. Just go right upstairs without bothering me." Erica just wanted to enjoy a horror movie without any interruptions. She didn't think it was too much to ask.

To her surprise, as soon as she finished speaking, Matthew went over and turned off the TV. "Let's go upstairs," he said casually.

"What did you do that for? I haven't finished watching that!" Indignant, Erica sat on the back of the sofa. This made her almost as tall as Matthew, and she didn't care how ridiculous she looked. Without a word, Matthew came over and scooped her up in his arms.

Erica was almost as startled as she'd been just a moment ago. Red faced, she reflexively wrapped her arms around his neck and stammered, "Put me down. I can walk by myself!"

her across the room. "You are unwilling to go upstairs. I have to

maybe! I was still

stairway, Matthew stopped and asked, "Do you still want

socks either. The floor was made of customized marble, so it would be cold if she stepped on it. Didn't he care if she would get a cold? If he didn't... "Put me

new nightgown for me first?"

flushed crimson. She struggled for a second, then jumped out of his arms. Barefoot, she ignored the freezing floor and ran upstairs. "Stop!" cried Matthew, giving chase. There was no carpet on the steps, so they would also be rather chilly at this time of

she reached the third floor. She sighed with relief when

her in his arms again and strode with her to the

it and into

stool. Taking out a brand-new basin, he filled it with 40-degree water and placed it in front of her. "Wash your feet," he ordered coldly. 'What?

but chuckle. She was starting to enjoy this and couldn't hide her

I dreaming?' she

and

look of disgust, he reached out and

not to notice, Erica closed her eyes. "It's so

as you," Matthew replied, still

mood wasn't

she gazed at this man who disliked her so intensely. "Matthew, I have a suggestion. Let's make do with

even better than Wesley did, and so she was reluctant to

haughty and distant.

she

to be taking her time with the whole feet-washing business. "Why

incredible. What brand is it? I want to