True Love Waits

Chapter 1184 Mom Should Be Embarrassed

"Hey, hey," she said, putting her hands up. "I get it. I just came here to give you the hairpin you bought today. You left it at my place. Well, I'll leave you to it. Don't stop on my account!" Debbie said in embarrassment. She put the hairpin down carefully on a table, covering her eyes. She kept her back to them the whole time. Then she walked out as quickly as she could. If Erica's words reached her ears, she didn't acknowledge them.

"Clack!" The door of the villa was locked.

Erica looked sheepish. She knew how it looked, and it was exactly what it looked like. She had been sitting on the table, and Matthew stood close to her, holding her waist. His jacket was sloppily thrown into a chair. His tie was on the floor, and a few buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned...

"Ah!" Erica screamed hysterically when she pictured that.

Matthew still stood where he had been, in a partial state of undress. "You know, we did nothing wrong. Mom should be embarrassed, not us."

"Matthew Huo, y-y-you-you-you go explain everything to Mom!" She was so flustered she could barely talk. A moment's indiscretion, and her reputation was ruined.

He casually started re-buttoning his shirt and asked, "Explain what?" In contrast to Erica, he was calm. He and Erica were married. What should he say to Mom?

Besides, he knew his mom, Debbie would love to see them being intimate like this every day.

"You know... tell her we were just kissing. Th-that's all," Erica stammered anxiously.

Matthew looked up at her and said indifferently, "I wanted more than kissing."

Erica brushed him aside and ran upstairs as fast as she could, as if there were a monster chasing her.

"I'm hungry. I'll whip something up. Want any?" Matthew asked behind her.

Erica refused without looking back, "No."

"Are you still angry?" The man was confused. Wasn't she fine just now?

Erica picked up the medical kit on the floor, stood on the stairs, turned around and glared at the man. "Yes! You dumped my macarons. You bet I'm still mad!"

Matthew was surprised that she was still not over that matter yet. Who told him women liked to dig up the past? 'Oh, it was Sheffield.

He was so right!'

the bed and browsing Weibo, Erica received a message from Matthew. It was a picture. She looked at it more carefully and found out it was a picture of hot and sour rice noodles. She scratched her head. Why would he send that? Then she remembered he was going to

Matthew is cooking hot

could practically smell it. She swallowed to suppress her desire for the

downstairs when Matthew sent her another message. "I've

room. Her stomach was growling loudly and

but it takes some getting used to. If you don't want

phone and hurriedly tapped out

replied calmly, "I'm eating. You're not. Who's wasting food again?" He was kind of enjoying this. He had food, and he

there, staring at the message. How could he be such a jerk? She

a Cheshire cat, Matthew called up his dialer. He sent a screenshot to her. It was Wesley's phone number, ready to dial. All he'd need to do to call him was press "send." "If you're not down here in 60

didn't take her that

was eating hot and sour rice noodles, "Tell me something; you're rich. Why are you eating hot and sour rice noodles? Isn't that a bit like slumming? I'll snap a pic of you

tricked her into coming downstairs.

didn't hear what she said, Matthew pushed an untouched bowl of rice noodles to her and said, "This is really an acquired taste. You'd better cherish this opportunity. If you want me to make this again,

it so much, and the fragrance of the meal was sheer torture. But she was still

picked up her chopsticks and picked up

a really good cook. He could make

cry. He was so good to her,

a can of coke near her bowl. Erica wondered if Matthew was a mind reader. How did he

you!" she said to him and took

This felt

with Matthew was, at times, a

working up the motivation to wash the dishes, Matthew was one step ahead of her and began to clear the

placed the dishes in the dishwasher and asked her man, who was scrubbing down the counters, "Why don't we have servants to help us with housework?"

the trash can. "Guess I need to learn how, then! I've always had servants do

was the one who cooked. It was only fair that she cleaned up after the meal. She hadn't done anything other than eat. Well,

her and refused her

You think I can't do it, huh? Just because I grew up in a well-off household... Don't worry. I'm sure I can. I'm over twenty. If I