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

door, Erica could still smell the faint scent of tobacco wafting from him.

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

glowering man and asked, "Did I

reflecting on whether he had done something wrong. Why did

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 sleep with him because she

don't hate me, why do you

kind of logic was that? He really didn't hate

the time. And a few more words 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 say

square one. Saturday. Dinner. You going or not?" she

"Yeah, fine."

you want to eat? Do you have anything

whatever." As long as he

to get annoyed. "But I don't know the first thing about the city. You've lived here all your life, and you can't choose a restaurant? 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

was busy all the time and wouldn't hire a servant. She would have to take care of the baby herself.

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, Korean, vegetarian even. Anything

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

answer was, "I know just the place. I'll call and reserve a table. Just drop by my office and we'll go there

"Hmm."

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 don't need to

someone

on being famous and internationally renowned. Matthew took off his suit jacket and threw it aside. "I'll ask Owen

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

sidelong glance at her and asked,

they could have killed me. I'm

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

was actually going to get a membership for each

Erica smiled happily. She knew