True Love Waits

Chapter 1259 The Witness

"Ah! Stop talking!" It was midnight, and what Matthew had said filled Erica's mind with horrible images. She buried her face in his arms and repeatedly snuggled up against him, as if she were trying to get into his body. The wine glass in her hand sloshed and threatened to spill.

Seeing her frightened, Matthew smirked, thinking, 'You're already drunk and still want to make me drink? Now, I think you'll have other things on your mind.' He eyed the drink she was holding and demanded, "Put that down! Just go upstairs and go to sleep!"

Erica stilled and nodded meekly. Peeling herself off of him, she made to put the glass down on the table, then paused. It was red wine of a good vintage, too good to be wasted. She took a deep breath and started in on it again.

"That's enough," Matthew snapped. Leaning forward, he tried to grab the glass out of her hand.

His wife had a good grip, though. Blinking at him, she protested, "I don't want to waste this! It's good stuff."

"Oh, fine—then I'll drink it!" Matthew said. She had had enough to drink, and he wouldn't allow her any more!

"Okay, then," Erica said. But she kept hold of the glass and even jerked it out of his hand.

Before he could react, she took a sip of the red wine but did not swallow it down. Her face drifted close to his. Her expression was pouting, and she moved her lips as though trying to speak. Matthew just stared, unable to comprehend her ridiculous behavior.

After a painfully wrong moment with no response from him, Erica swallowed the wine and explained to him, "Didn't you say you wanted to drink it? I was trying to give you some. Why didn't you take it?" She'd gotten the idea from a few romantic novels she'd read, in which the male protagonists gave their love interests wine, water or medicine in this way.

For his part, Matthew had no clue where she could have gotten this idea. Despite himself, he appreciated the effort. In fact, he knew of a way to up the ante.

Gently, he pinched her chin and made her look up at him. With an evil and attractive smile at the corners of his mouth, he said, "I have a more interesting idea. Do you want to try it?" "Sure!" There was a sudden light in Erica's eyes.

He took the wine glass from her hand and made her lean against the table behind her. Under her curious gaze, he poured some wine on her collarbone and then slowly lowered his head. Erica was completely intoxicated by what he was doing.

They made love passionately in the dining room.

And yet when they were done, Matthew was not satisfied. Not knowing what time it was, he took his exhausted wife in his arms, grabbed the red wine bottle in one hand, and somewhat awkwardly headed to the bathroom upstairs.

sure she wanted to

hours later the next morning, Erica's sobbing voice could be heard from the bedroom on the third floor. Tangled up in the covers in

come from. As it started to ebb, she tried to piece together what had happened the previous night. She remembered eating snacks—a lot of snacks—and waiting for Matthew to come back from work. She'd wanted to have

morning, and she was alone in bed, her mind

she had been run over by a

she had sworn to herself that she would bang him in his office and the dining room a million times as punishment. At this moment, she didn't think she would ever dare say such a

lifted the quilt and inspected herself, wincing. She had hickeys

then that Matthew had to have been some kind of a bone-sucking monster in a previous life. Or a sex maniac. Well, whatever he was before, he was a monster

the Monster!' Erica

supposed to do to prevent her from being tortured like this by that man whenever he

and

coming soon! She'd never been so eager to

an aching pain in her fist. Favoring the bruised

some fragments of memory

was left thinking that she'd hit

to apologize to him, but I ended

wonder he left me like this.

the

of many people, Erica chewed a piece of braised pork and swallowed it. Opposite

"I rented an apartment on the street where you lived. I wanted to meet you by chance. During the three years in high school..." That was Erica's ringtone. She took out her phone and checked the screen. It

still eating, she

came crisply over the line. "Erica, have you eaten

didn't want to go home to have lunch today, so she'd gone to the canteen. After lunch,

pity," the man said. "I'm calling to

"Maybe

you about Phoebe's miscarriage, right? I looked at