True Love Waits

Chapter 1175 The Country I Have Built For You

Sheffield was often punished by his wife to kneel on the keyboard, which was known to all of his friends.

He put his hand on Matthew's shoulder and told Harmon with a cheeky smile, "I'm doing this because I care about Matthew's happiness! He'll understand, I'm sure."

"Take your hand off me," said Matthew, deadpan, as he looked at the hand.

"Geeze. You're such a neat freak, just like your sister. You two have got germophobia, I tell you. You're sick in the head." With that, Sheffield shuffled a ways off, retrieved his glass, and took a sip.

As soon as his back was turned, Matthew took out his phone and sent his sister a text. "Sis, my brother-in-law said that you're a germaphobe, and that you're probably a neurotic."

When Evelyn saw the message, she replied, "It doesn't matter. I'll have a talk with him when he gets back home."

Meanwhile, Sheffield, who knew nothing about this, was still chatting happily with Harmon.

At eleven o'clock that evening, Erica was lying on her bed, playing with her phone.

Out of the blue, she got a call from Sheffield, who said, "Rika, Matthew is drunk. Can you come by and pick him up?"

'Drunk again?' thought Erica, frowning. She took no time at all to decide what to answer. "No, not a chance. I can't drive. Ask his assistant to come pick him up." The memory of what had happened the last time she'd gone to pick him up loomed large in Erica's mind. Trying again would surely lead to disaster.

Besides, she was still angry and didn't want to see Matthew.

Meanwhile, Sheffield wished the best for Erica and Matthew. He saw this as a good opportunity for the couple to improve their relationship. Since Erica didn't seem to realize this, he said, "Rika, why are you being silly? You know, if you don't come and see him, what if that gives other women the chance to do so? Just come over! When you pick up Matthew, I'll arrange for someone to drive you both back." Erica's words were heavy and gloomy. "It doesn't matter whether I go see him or not. Other women will have the chance to get close to him either way."

That made Sheffield feel anxious. "How could that be possible? There are only the three of us here right now, all men. Now come here, quickly. I will keep an eye on him until you arrive. I promise no other woman will come near him."

Erica grumbled something and hung up. A moment of fretting came and went, and she slid from the bed. She went to the walk-in closet, changed into the first top she saw, and left the villa.

It was really a pain to have a husband who was incapable of holding his liquor.

After hanging up the phone, Sheffield looked over at Matthew, who had his eyes closed. "You're so pitiful," Sheffield said quietly, trying to sound sympathetic. "First your father doesn't love you, and now your wife doesn't either. You poor wretch."

and Harmon

reached the Orchid Private Club, Harmon had left

brightened the minute she walked in, and he waved

over and nodded at him. "Hello,

his lack of reaction to Erica's arrival, she wasn't sure whether he'd known she was coming or

know, Matthew's drunk. Seize the opportunity

was still angry and didn't bother trying to figure it out. "Don't worry. I will

past him. Giving

realized that she had

his eyes and met Erica's. There was a trace of coldness

table, toward a half-full glass beside a bottle of white wine. Despite nearly knocking the glass over, he managed to get it to his lips and took a long swig. Erica

you want

Before her husband could react, she snatched the glass from his hand and

confusion, Erica sniffed the glass, then gulped it down

darkened. However, Sheffield's stunned look gave way to a smile,

no idea you were so good at drinking. You really are a credit

frustration, refilled the glass, and downed it again and again until finally the bottle was empty. Practically throwing the glass onto the end

the sofa and put his hands in his

in his wife's blank stare. "I

said nothing. One could hear a pin drop in that

Sheffield came over and clapped Matthew on the shoulder. "Well, look, Rika's come to pick you up. It's late. Why don't

the drunk woman, Matthew grabbed her hand and led her out of the

mostly quiet. Erica seemed her usual self, except

Erica suddenly leaned forward

the East River, sparkling in the moonlight as it wound its way beside the Pearl

want to do something here?" he asked. By way of reply, Erica just looked at him and

Matthew's order, the driver brought the

Erica exited the car and hurried toward the river. Past a little tract of grass, a waist-high stone wall stood between them and a ten-foot drop into the swift current. Matthew followed his wife, who stretched

about her behavior. The thought that she might be about to throw herself into the river pulled him

the next moment