True Love Waits

Chapter 1221 Makeup

Tonight was the first time Erica had ever seen Matthew smoke.

And, he looked absolutely sexy doing it. She was smitten all over again. Erica quietly took out her phone and opened the camera app, and brought Matthew into the frame. She zoomed in so she could see him better.

Before she could snap a pic, she met Matthew's eyes through the view screen.

So, he caught her trying to get a pic of the perfect moment.

Erica didn't stop, though. She pressed the button, and the camera took several pics in rapid-fire succession. She had it in burst mode, just in case.

It was not illegal for her to take pictures of her husband.

Erica was used to men smoking. After all, her father was a heavy smoker.

However, Wesley almost never smoked at home or in front of the family. He usually smoked a few cigarettes when he was outside, if he was annoyed, or had nothing better to do.

But Wesley never reeked of cigarettes. Maybe it was because he smoked high-quality cigarettes, or because he didn't smoke too much. More likely it was because he carried disposable wipes to wash his hands with, and breath mints to mask the smell on his breath.

But it still settled on his face, clothes, and hair. So you could tell the man smoked. But it was not too heavy to be repulsive and not too light to be missed.

After a while, Matthew walked around the car to the passenger seat and reached out his hand to Erica.

Looking at his large hand, Erica was a little confused. "What?"

"Your phone," he demanded.

'What's he playing at? Is he going to delete the photos?' she thought. Erica held her phone. "No. And why should I give it to you? I asked to look at your phone twice, but you refused to let me see it. So you can't see mine."

Matthew didn't push the issue. He put his hands back into his pockets and decided to change the topic. He wanted to address some of the stress dividing them. "Tessie and Lenora deserve what they get. I'm not giving in on that."

He couldn't let her have her own way on this, or she'd run into problems later.

"Well, I'm still thinking about it. If you've made up your mind, it's fine, as long as you don't kill them." Erica didn't want to keep fighting with Matthew over this. After all, he had helped her a lot.

believe her for the time being. He didn't say anything

faint scent of tobacco wafting from him. It was not

cigarettes he threw back into the glove compartment and opened

profile of the glowering man and asked, "Did I make you

done something wrong. Why did Erica resist his attempts at intimacy so

upset. Most of

"Do you hate me?"

But he could easily turn that question around. He wondered if she refused to sleep with him

me, why do

was that? He really didn't hate her.

wouldn't kill you, either!" His replies to her questions were rather curt. Obviously, he was being perfunctory with her. She was embarrassed by this. Couldn't

to square one. Saturday. Dinner. You going or

"Yeah, fine."

do you want to eat? Do you have anything

I'm down with whatever." As long as he was

How about a home-cooked meal? I'll cook for you," she said. She had to learn how to cook sooner or later. What if she and Matthew really slept together on his birthday and she had a

the time and wouldn't hire a servant. She would have to take

say a few more

noodles. Oh! And how about hot and sour rice noodles, wonton, rice flour noodles, and hotpot. Any of those

will he?' she wondered. His answer was, "I know just the place. I'll call and reserve a table. Just drop by my office and we'll go

"Hmm."

at the makeup on the dressing table and asked her husband, "Why did you buy all this for me?" Matthew shrugged off his suit jacket. "Mom asked me to." He didn't even know she was out of makeup. It took Debbie to point that out to him. Erica's doubts were confirmed. "You

someone to teach

she wanted to do now was to learn how to be an amazing photographer. Once she did that, then she could work on being famous and internationally renowned. Matthew took off his suit jacket and threw it aside. "I'll ask Owen to get you a membership in the Photography Association in

He didn't seem to be in a bad mood, so she ventured to ask, "Can you help

and asked, "Does he mean that much

him my life, Matthew. You know if he hadn't called my brother, they could have killed me. I'm alive. How can he not mean

his negligence. After that, he had arranged for someone to follow Erica around in secret to protect

to the walk-in closet and said, "I was

us?' Erica smiled happily. She knew that Matthew was very nice