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

maybe! I was still

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

if she stepped on it.

the new nightgown for me first?"

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

third floor. She sighed with relief when she felt

took her in his arms again and strode with her to the

through it

he set her down on a 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? Did

starting to enjoy this

I dreaming?'

too hard, and

noticed her goofy expression. With a deep look of disgust, he

not to notice, Erica closed her eyes. "It's so comfortable," she remarked with

seen a woman as silly as you," Matthew replied, still

mood wasn't hindered

her elbows on her knees and her chin resting on one hand, she gazed at this man who disliked her so intensely. "Matthew, I have a suggestion. Let's make do with each other for the rest of our lives! Forget about the woman you like, and I will

found that Matthew treated her even better than Wesley did, and so she

glance was haughty and

her disappointment. 'What a pity!' she thought as she moved her feet around in the

her time with the whole feet-washing business. "Why don't

I want to buy one of my own." She talked as if she had never