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.

left the office in a huff, much as her

the document before him. For a long time

heartless. She kicked me away after using me. How

in the

her plant it in the soil. "Will the

smile and said, "Yes. The weather now is suitable for planting this kind of flower. They'll bloom

this kind of

kept it." Saying this, Debbie buried the roots of the flower seedling

were 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 burst into laughter. "Oh, my! Your relationship must have improved a lot!" Erica had come to the

and Matthew seems to be very angry. I have to do something to make up for it."

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

her the exact truth. Holding Debbie's arm, she spoke like a spoiled child. "It's not important, Mom. Please

was further amused; she thought her daughter-in-law was cute when she acted petulant. "Rika, it's not that I don't 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. What matters is your sincerity. For example, you could make

bit and soon saw that Debbie

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

to the villa that night. As expected, Matthew hadn't

a bottle of red wine out of the cellar. Bringing it back upstairs, she poured it into the decanter, waited a moment, and

and raided the walk-in refrigerator for snacks. As she waited for Matthew, all she could think of to do was

Matthew wasn't back. Feeling a little thirsty, Erica shrugged and poured herself some

o'clock, and Erica was

from the refrigerator were long gone, along

the sound of a door came through

her seat and rushed toward the

As he changed his shoes, he couldn't miss the aroma of the wine. Taking a look at his approaching wife, he noticed that her face was bright red. He frowned slightly, wondering how much she had

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