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.

caved in easily! What's up with that?' Matthew decided to believe her for the time being. He didn't say

the faint scent of tobacco wafting from him. It was not overpowering,

pack of cigarettes he threw back into the glove compartment and opened it. There

glowering man and asked,

replied, "No." He was reflecting on whether he had done something

He would break out a coffin nail any time he felt upset. Most of the time, he wouldn't smoke at all

"Do you hate me?"

could easily turn that question around. He wondered if she refused to

hate me, why do you keep saying

confused. What kind of logic was that? He really didn't

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 he feel it? Matthew didn't

one. Saturday. Dinner. You going or

"Yeah, fine."

want to eat? Do

down with whatever." As long as he was

choose a restaurant? How about a home-cooked meal? I'll cook for you,"

servant. She would have to take care of the baby herself. If she couldn't cook, she and the baby

The idea scared Matthew a little. The corners of his mouth twitched. He tried his best to say a few more words while answering, "I'm not picky. Whatever you want to eat, I'll run with it. Western, Chinese, Japanese,

wonton, rice flour noodles, and hotpot. Any of those do it for you?" "He won't like any of that. I'm one hundred percent

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

"Hmm."

in the bedroom of the villa, Erica pointed 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

ask someone

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 H Country. You can go on some

But..." Erica studied Matthew's face. He didn't seem to be in a bad mood, so she ventured to ask, "Can you

cast a sidelong glance at her and asked, "Does he mean that

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

he had arranged for

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

of us?' Erica smiled happily. She knew that