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!"

room. "You are unwilling to go upstairs.

maybe! I was still

and asked, "Do you still want me to put

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 down. I'll go upstairs by myself

you put on the new nightgown for me first?"

upstairs. "Stop!" cried Matthew, giving chase. There was no carpet on the steps, so they would also be

his protest only made Erica go even faster and, soon she reached the third floor.

took her in his arms again and strode with

through it and into the

it in front of her. "Wash your feet," he ordered coldly. 'What? Did the powerful Mr. Huo just run me a basin of water to

She was starting to enjoy this and couldn't hide

dreaming?'

hard, and winced. She

deep look of disgust, he reached out and pushed her feet into

Erica closed her eyes.

silly as you," Matthew

mood wasn't hindered in

elbows on her knees and her chin resting on one hand, she gazed at this man who disliked her so intensely. "Matthew, I

had found that Matthew treated her even better than Wesley did, and so she was reluctant to

haughty and distant.

her best to hide her disappointment. 'What a pity!' she thought as she moved her feet around in the basin. The

with the whole feet-washing business. "Why don't you use your hands?"

to take my time. This massage machine is incredible. What brand is it? I want to buy one of my own." She talked as if she had never