True Love Waits

Chapter 1190 I'm The Hostess

Matthew's absurd question made Erica want to laugh, but she didn't quite manage it. "Of course not," she said. "Tessie is my good friend. How could I do anything to bully her?" Her husband studied her carefully. "Didn't you two fall in love with the same man?"

"Who gave you that idea? Well, let me tell you something. Tessie has good taste in many things-sometimes better than mine. But when it comes to taste in men, hers is really not as good as mine!" Erica said proudly.

Matthew arched an eyebrow. "Oh? Now, why is that?"

The girl was immersed in complacency as she explained, "She likes a man who is in his forties. But my husband is rich, handsome and powerful. And most important of all he is still young! Now, don't you think I have better taste than her?" She left off with a satisfied wink.

Her playfulness had a way of reducing the tension in the room. Matthew nodded in agreement, but there was something else that he couldn't help but say. "You know, I seem to recall you marrying me because of your father's taste, rather than your own. Not to mention that you lied to me, saying that you were pregnant again, all in the hopes of getting out of marrying me. Does my memory serve me right?" Erica's chuckle was ruthless, and her answer was the same. "If I could turn back time, I still wouldn't want to marry you." After all, who would be stupid enough to willingly marry a man who didn't like her and who she didn't like?

Truth be told, though, she had never regretted marrying Matthew except when she was angry.

Matthew's smile fled in an instant. Despite himself, he was a bit hurt by her words. His wife really could be heartless sometimes.

Unwilling to continue the conversation, he disappeared back into the closet.

Some minutes later he emerged, now in his pajamas. It was only then that Erica thought she understood the point of their conversation. "Did Phoebe tell you that I bullied Tessie back in school?" she asked at length.

Matthew didn't answer her.

In her eyes, his silence was an admission. "So, you believe it's true?"

"Not yet." He wouldn't turn against his own wife just because of Phoebe's words. Phoebe didn't have that much influence on him.

"What do you mean by 'not yet'?" Erica asked, her heart beginning to sink.

no evidence except

girl continued, "So if she shows you some evidence, then

there is solid evidence of something, shouldn't

was right, of course. She didn't believe a person's word was enough to prove a case;

violence, let alone anything bad to do with me. Besides, I'm telling you the truth. I have never bullied Tessie. Phoebe was just jealous that I've become your wife, so she wanted to drive a wedge between us. So next time you see her,

mere mention of Phoebe could bring out her rebellious side

would be enemies in the future!

how I trample

marry Matthew and to have him to herself. But Erica wouldn't let that woman's wish come true; she was Mrs. Huo, and she would not let that status

the blue veins on which were partly visible. "She indeed is

but he didn't realize that Erica had a different way of thinking from normal people. She misunderstood him, thinking that he was

'Phoebe is a weak woman that needs to be

teeth. "Don't forget to bring her over for

Phoebe? Why did she want her to

her thoughts. "I want to make sure she knows that I'm your wife, and this is my house,

that's a good idea!' Matthew

though, Erica had only said those words in a fit of anger. She

this time,

Meanwhile, in A Country

last bite of dinner and turned to Blair, who was feeding Ethan. "If everything goes well," he said,

still doesn't have a girlfriend. I don't want to see him! You should call him and tell him not to come back unless he has a girl to bring home!" Wesley was thoughtful. "I thought you just recently set him

to go see the girl; every time I find someone for him, he resists. If he ever stops being so stubborn and agrees, or else finds a girl on his own, then he can come back for a visit." This was a

to the girl across the table, who was eating silently. "How