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.

the office in a huff,

found it no easier to concentrate on the document before him. For a long time he sulked, his eyes wandering

kicked me away

the

it in the soil. "Will the plant be able

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

kind of flower before. It's pink and

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

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 manor just to inquire about

of mistakes recently, and Matthew seems to be very angry. I have to do something to make up for

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.

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 him a meal... Actually, forget about that. You don't know how to cook. Maybe you can buy him a gift or make something for him yourself. It will

for a bit and soon saw that Debbie was right. She

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

villa that night. As expected, Matthew hadn't

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

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

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

was eleven o'clock, and Erica

from the refrigerator were long gone, along with half of the bottle of

of a door came through the vestibule of the

it, Erica abruptly stood up from her seat and rushed toward the

summoned by a spell, Matthew appeared in the living room. 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

mood, Erica threw herself into his arms and hugged his waist. "Matthew..." she said again, then burped right beside