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.

a huff,

was gone, Matthew found it no easier to concentrate on the document before him.

heartless. She kicked me away after using me. How

the

seedling to Debbie, then watched her plant it in the soil. "Will the plant be able to survive in this way?" she

The weather now is suitable for planting

this kind of flower

brought it back from abroad. I liked it, so I kept it." Saying this, Debbie buried

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

made a lot of mistakes recently, and Matthew seems to be very angry. I have to do something to make up for it."

couldn't exactly tell Debbie that

truth. Holding Debbie's arm, she spoke like a spoiled child.

want to tell you. 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.

Debbie was right. She nodded and said, "Thank

a new one. Clumsy as Erica was, what could she

night. As expected, Matthew hadn't come back from the

quickly became bored and got a bottle of red wine out of the cellar. Bringing it back upstairs,

raided the walk-in refrigerator for snacks. As she waited for Matthew, all she could think

Feeling a little thirsty, Erica shrugged and

hour later it was eleven o'clock, and Erica was checking Weibo, still

she'd gotten from the refrigerator were long

midnight that the sound of a door came through the vestibule of the living

abruptly stood up from her seat and rushed toward the vestibule. "Matthew!" she called out

wine. Taking a look at his approaching wife, he noticed that her face was bright red. He frowned slightly, wondering how much she had

and hugged his waist. "Matthew..." she said again, then