True Love Waits

Chapter 1157 Heading Home

The evening hours passed by, slow and subdued. At eleven o'clock, Ethan finally fell asleep.

Erica carefully tucked him into his crib.

Pausing, she looked at his smooth and round face. He seemed so peaceful and innocent that she couldn't help but give him a little pinch on the cheek.

"You'll have to soothe him if you wake him up," warned Blair softly.

Only then did Erica leave the baby alone and go back to the bed. Her mother gave her some of the quilt, and she made herself comfortable.

She yawned into her palm, then said, "Mom, I want to take Ethan to Y City for a few days so that you and Dad can have some time to relax."

"I don't think that's a good idea," answered Blair. "You have classes to attend to, and Matthew is a busy man. I'm sure the two of you have your hands full already without a baby to look after. Besides, we have servants to help take care of Ethan. We don't need to relax."

"I'm not that busy with classes," urged Erica. "I can take care of him for two or three days."

Wesley, who was lying on the couch and staring up at the ceiling, injected himself into the conversation. "Your mother is right. Your priority right now should be to study hard and to build a good relationship with Matthew. If Ethan stays with you, you two will have conflict because of him."

"Dad, Matthew is not that petty," protested Erica. "Trust me. It's only three days. Nothing will happen!"

At last, pestered by Erica's various arguments, Blair was swayed. She agreed that Ethan could go with Erica when she left the next day.

The minutes ticked by. Ethan was already sound asleep, and soon Blair was as well. Experimentally, Erica called to her father. When Wesley didn't answer, she thought that he was asleep as well.

But her sister was still awake. The two hid under the quilt and whispered to one another. "Is Matthew being good to you?" Yvette asked.

"Well, sort of," Erica answered. Realizing how she sounded, she added, "I mean, he's great. He just has a bad temper."

"Well, if he treats you well, stop fighting with him," Yvette said earnestly. "Go back to Y City tomorrow and just live a happy life with him, okay?"

Erica sighed. "I don't think it will be that simple. After all, he doesn't really love me, and I don't love him. A marriage without love will never be happy."

"Then what's your plan? Do you still want to divorce him?"

been whispering, she still feared that their father might hear them. Sure enough, Wesley, whom they had thought to be asleep, broke the

on

to

to say anything more, but Erica pressed, "Dad, didn't you

"Yes, I know."

the most burning question on her mind. "Then why

contrary, I would have thought you'd find true happiness with Matthew." Privately, he had expected Erica to run back home within three days of her marriage. But he hadn't thought she would have

bad about Matthew, except that he was bossy. But all wives thought

you anymore. There's a gulf between us. You don't understand what I'm going through at all!" She started wondering if Matthew was actually Wesley's son, considering Wesley took his side all the

rashly all the time will only get you into more and more trouble." "Well, why don't you tell me what kind of person he

my opinion, he is practically flawless, while you

her fists and pulled it over her head.

communicate

dark at his wife and daughters for

so

forcing you to marry Matthew. But now, I don't

don't understand now, I won't blame

understand why your mother and I did what we

that day ever comes, I think it

next morning, Wesley left the Li family home for Y City, with one hand holding Ethan and the other

was carrying a suitcase full of

had been incessantly fretting over Erica before they left the house, reminding her of things. "Before you board the plane,

and looking at her sadly. "You know,

know, I know," Blair had said with

Matthew was there, meaning to drive them the

of his rental

of his own vehicle. Shutting the door

smiling genially. "Matthew, I've brought Erica to you! Please, don't

inside the car, holding Ethan in her arms. The windows were open a crack, allowing her to hear the conversation. She couldn't believe what her father had just said. Why was he

head. "Oh no, Dad, this is actually my fault. I was on my way to pick

the wrong, but her husband was here

forward, he clapped