True Love Waits

Chapter 1146

Chapter 1146 Trouble on the Road

As Matthew kept going on her, Erica wasn't sure if his feelings toward her had changed, or if he was just drunk. Either way, his advances weren't welcome. Between his kisses, she tried to remember and to name all the women who were close to him. "Matthew, stop! Don't forget about the girl you really love! It's Paige, right?" The man didn't seem to hear her.

Erica remembered another name. "Phoebe Su?"

That did the trick.

Matthew slowly drew back, and his scent went with him. The desire in his eyes faded away, and his look turned cold. Clearing his throat, he hastily said, "Phoebe is Nathan's love. Don't talk nonsense about me and her!"

"Oh, I see. I guess I was mistaken," Erica replied. In her own thoughts, however, she thought she had little reason to believe his words.

After he let go of her, Erica quickly got off the sofa and put a few paces between Matthew and herself. "Can you walk?"

"Of course I can. Let's go." With that, Matthew practically sprang to his feet, and they headed for the door.

As they neared the black Emperor, Matthew hovered by the door to the passenger seat with his hands in his pockets. Signaling to her with his eyes, he said, "Why don't you open the door?" "Okay!" Erica obediently opened the door for him, then closed it after him.

Just then she paused, glanced at the car keys in her hand, and suddenly realized something serious. "Are we going to drive home?" she asked awkwardly.

"Of course!" Matthew didn't look up. He was still fumbling with his seat belt.

"Then shouldn't we switch seats? You drive the car and I'll take the passenger seat."

Matthew rubbed his eyes as if nursing a headache. "I can't drive after that wine I drank," he answered. "It's dangerous and against the law. Don't you know that?"

Looking somewhat baffled, Erica began, "Of course I know! But....."

"But nothing! Stop wasting time and get in the car!"

"Fine, then!" Erica's heart thundered as she took the driver's seat. 'This is your order,' she thought gloomily. 'I hope you won't regret it.'

passed as it idled in a low, constant grumble, and sweat began to roll down Erica's forehead. Sounding as casual as possible, she said, "Matthew, which pedal is the accelerator and which is

questions patiently. When Erica began to show confidence and asked nothing else, he leaned back in his seat and shut his eyes. Three minutes later the black Emperor was humming its way down the road, and for the first time in

he kept his eyes shut. Around him he could feel the vehicle crawling along; there was no way Erica was anywhere near the speed limit. Yet every few minutes, somehow she kept needing to slam on the brakes or lurch from one lane to another, and Matthew would

incident repeated itself at least twenty times. By then Matthew was fully awake, though no happier for it. Taking a deep breath and trying not to sound angry, he

ahead, her white-knuckled hands practically strangling the steering wheel.

driving course in her

But this time, he was truly mortified. "Are you kidding me? What are

their lives in further jeopardy, Erica briefly took her eyes off the road to give him a scathing look. "Because you

in a wreck for sure. He said, "Look, at the next intersection turn right. Then pull over

his phone and started dialing

that she hadn't completely understood him. As they drew near to the intersection, she began to turn the steering wheel

nodded, but did nothing. She wanted

get ticketed for turning without a

she mainly was trying to find a place to pull over. She felt wronged, but didn't dare

patience. Leaning over, he reached in front of Erica and

wrong move, as it distracted her. By the time Matthew was back in his own seat, it was too

began as a sort of metallic bang which morphed into a screech like nails

was a sturdy vehicle. Whatever had hit them

even though she didn't make a sound, Matthew commanded, "Stay calm! Just whatever you do,

could finish the sentence, Erica did exactly what he was hoping to prevent and slammed on the brake

against the road as they were thrown forward against their seat belts.

to him, he guessed that they had been scraped

answered

an accident; scratching and a

gazed out the windshield, she held the steering wheel in a white-knuckled grip. Matthew

unbuckling her seat belt when someone tapped on the window. From farther back, behind the black Emperor, someone shouted, "Who the hell is in

of yelling back, Erica opened the door, got out, and

and this one was the still-more prized lengthened

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