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.

she was so sure she wanted to play games, then he was going

Tangled up in the covers in bed, her mind fogged, it took

she wasn't even sure where her crying fit had 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 drinks

was morning, and she was alone in bed, her mind terribly fogged. In fact, she hurt

been run over by a bus? 'Matthew, you bastard!' 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

inspected herself, wincing.

that Matthew had to have been some kind of a bone-sucking monster in a

Erica thought,

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

her belly, and an idea came

She'd never been so eager to be on it in her

fist. Favoring the bruised joints with her other hand, she tried to

passed, and some fragments of memory seemed to come

puzzling. Erica was left thinking that she'd hit Matthew. Hard. Did she

going to apologize to him, but I ended up getting drunk and beating him. Or trying

left me like this. Maybe I brought this

in the

chewed a piece of braised pork and swallowed it. Opposite her, Hyatt was taking his time eating a

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

eating, she

crisply over the line.

the canteen. After lunch,

said. "I'm calling

"Maybe next

Your husband doesn't believe you about Phoebe's miscarriage, right? I looked at the photo Camille sent to the insurance company and found something that