True Love Waits

Chapter 1259

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.

wanted to play games, then he was going

up in the covers

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.

was alone in bed, her mind

feel like she had been run

while Erica was in the midst of a fit, she had sworn to herself that she would bang him in his office and the dining room a million

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

that Matthew had to have been some kind of a bone-sucking monster in a previous life. Or a sex

Monster!' Erica thought, her

to prevent her from being

and an

was coming soon! She'd never been so

by an aching pain in her fist. Favoring the bruised joints with her other hand, she tried to

some fragments of memory seemed to

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

was going to apologize to him, but

this.

the

curious gazes of many people, Erica chewed a piece of braised pork and swallowed it. Opposite her, Hyatt

wanted to meet you by chance. During the three years in high school..." That was Erica's ringtone.

still eating, she answered.

crisply over the line. "Erica, have you eaten

want to go home to have lunch today, so she'd gone to the canteen. After lunch, she was going to

man said. "I'm calling to invite you

"Maybe next

something. 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 might prove

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