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 wanted to play games,

bedroom on the third floor. Tangled up in the covers in

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

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

she feel like she had been run over by a bus?

to herself that she would bang him in his office and the dining room a million times as punishment.

inspected herself, wincing. She had hickeys all over

decided 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

the Monster!' Erica thought,

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

touched her belly, and an idea came

soon! She'd never been so

pain in her fist. Favoring the bruised joints with her other hand, she tried to think of what had

passed, and some fragments of memory seemed to come to

thinking that she'd hit Matthew. Hard. Did she remember

to apologize to him, but I ended up getting drunk and beating

this. Maybe

the canteen on

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

to meet you by chance. During the three years in high school..." That

she answered.

voice came crisply over the

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

"I'm

smiled. "Maybe next

as he said, "All right. Well, I'm also calling to tell you something. Your husband doesn't believe you about Phoebe's miscarriage, right? I