True Love Waits

Chapter 1257 What Does Matthew Like

Gifford snorted mockingly at his sister. "What, now you're afraid? You had the courage to climb over the wall to escape. I thought you were brave enough to do anything!"

Erica endured his words with gritted teeth. She was much more concerned about what her husband might do or say to her.

Matthew cut straight through the siblings' bickering. "Of course I'm angry," he snapped. "I'll teach her a lesson when we get back. But what happened between you and Chantel is another matter. You put your own guard down in front of her and fell easily into her trap! It's your responsibility, and you can't blame Erica for it."

"Oh, fine! Trying to fight both of you will be like banging my head against the wall. I won't forget what's happened today." Not waiting for either to reply, Gifford stormed out. He could see that he was getting nowhere, since Erica's husband was there to stick up for her.

Only the couple was left in the office. Wordlessly, Matthew extracted his arm from his wife's grip, turned away, and sat down in his chair.

Looking at her empty hands, Erica remembered what he had said just now.

Possessed of a girlish joy, she went up to his back and started to massage his shoulders. "Oh, Matthew, thank you so much!" she cried. "You're awesome! You're my super idol now!"

Ignoring her flattery, Matthew simply lowered his head and started reading a document that was on his desk.

His face was blank, as it so often was, and the air was thick with embarrassment.

Erica kept working on his shoulders, trying to butter him up, but could see it was not working. What else could she do to make him happy?

'Oh! I got it!' Not giving up, she went around to her husband's side, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him on the cheek. 'No, that's not enough! He prefers more passionate kisses!' Thinking of this, she planted a few on his mouth.

But Matthew returned none of the kisses. Cold as ice, he just glanced at her, then went back to his work.

'Oh, fine!' thought Erica; even she knew when to give up sometimes.

huff, much as her brother

easier to concentrate on the document

away

in the Huo family's

plant it in the soil.

and said, "Yes. The weather now is suitable for planting

kind of flower before. It's pink

liked it, so I kept it." Saying this, Debbie buried the roots of the flower seedling with soil,

silent. Inclining her head, Erica decided then to get past the small talk. "Mom, can you tell me what Matthew likes? For example, what sort of food does he enjoy? Or anything else!" Debbie couldn't help but

seems to be very angry. I have to

thoroughly embarrassed. She couldn't exactly tell Debbie that she had escaped home because of Matthew's vigor and strength

the exact truth. Holding Debbie's arm, she spoke

You know Matthew's personality. He's just like his father; whatever he thinks never shows up on his face. In my opinion, it doesn't matter what he likes.

saw that Debbie

but that only brought her to a new one. Clumsy as Erica was, what could she do for Matthew

As expected, Matthew hadn't come back from the company

of the cellar. Bringing it back upstairs, she poured

the walk-in refrigerator for snacks. As she waited for Matthew,

and Matthew wasn't back. Feeling a little thirsty, Erica

was eleven o'clock,

the snacks she'd gotten from the refrigerator were long gone, along with half of the

until midnight that the sound of a door came through

and rushed toward the vestibule. "Matthew!"

the wine. Taking

threw herself into his arms and hugged