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!"

was already carrying her across the room. "You are unwilling to go upstairs. I have to carry

I was still watching that movie, you

asked, "Do you

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 down. I'll go upstairs by myself and wash my feet

the new nightgown for me first?"

nightgown...' At the mention of this, Erica's face 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

even faster and, soon she reached the third floor. She sighed with relief

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

straight through it and

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 the powerful

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

dreaming?' she

her face, too hard, and winced. She was

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

her eyes. "It's

as you," Matthew replied, still

mood wasn't hindered in the

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

treated her even better than

was haughty and distant.

best to hide her disappointment. 'What a pity!' she thought as she moved

the whole feet-washing business. "Why don't you use

to take my time. This massage machine is incredible. What brand is it? I want