True Love Waits

Chapter 1277 Die Alone

Erica pouted, but grudgingly drank half a glass of water.

After putting away the water, she still didn't sleep. She kept baiting Matthew, who was wiping her body with a clean towel, into a conversation. "Matthew, I'm so moved. I didn't expect that you would personally take care of me."

Without raising his head, the man answered with feigned annoyance, "I have no other choice." The decision hadn't been a difficult one to make. Right from the beginning, all he had wanted to do was take care of her.

Erica snorted when she heard his reply. Would it be so impossible for him to say something nice for once? "Hey! You know what? The members of the Four Colors are all scumbags!"

Her declaration filled Matthew with satisfaction. "How do you know?" he asked, curious to hear her explanation. If that was the case, then he didn't need to do anything.

"Because... all men I can't get will be considered as scums!" Erica laughed out loud and ignored the sour expression on his face.

Matthew's eyes narrowed, and he lowered his voice as he spoke. "Do you want to hear something horrible about them?"

"What? Really?" Erica was reminded of her previous idol, Aaron Gao. Not long ago, he had been ridiculed as a has-been star. He stopped appearing in front of cameras ever since. She rarely saw him anymore.

"Of course. Everyone in the entertainment circle has kept something secret from the public," he said nonchalantly. He didn't want his wife to think about male stars all the time. So, he decided to find female stars or actresses to cooperate with the ZL Group in the future.

Erica shook her head decisively. "I don't want to know! Don't tell me anything!" If things went on like this, she would have no idols left except for Matthew!

The man gazed at her in silence.

"Matthew, you know what? I've envied two types of women in my life. The first is the kind of woman who is very confident and does well in her career. A successful woman who always follows her mood and chooses whether to talk to you or not. And the second is the kind of woman who appears fragile and acts spoiled. People would do anything to protect a woman like that. As for me, I happen to be stuck between these two kinds of women. I'm neither successful nor fragile. Matthew, what kind of woman do you like?"

He raised her chin with one hand and wiped her neck with the other. His intense gaze studied her for a reaction as he said firmly, "Neither." No matter what kind of woman Erica was, he would like her. He wanted her to know this, but he struggled with finding the right words. He liked her. Only her!

to be frugal with his words. Erica believed he was this way with her because he just didn't want to talk

so many women around him that he could

died alone to know how precious it was for him to

to confess your love for your goddess in front of me?"

met hers as he replied, "You're right

didn't

grabbed his hand, placed it on her chest, and

"My hand can't hear anything." He tried to keep his desire at bay as she

when she had a fever. She couldn't see what the man thought, even though it clearly reflected in his expression. Still lost in her world and insecurities, she prattled on. "Oh...my heart aches. Forget it. Just hold me and

the towel on her forehead, and tidied up the bedside table before

Celsius. Relief coursed through him at the thought that she had a low fever now. She would be fine if

morning, Erica slowly opened her eyes, turned over on the

surprised to find that he was still asleep. He hadn't rushed off to work like before! Erica grinned as she pulled his arm, rested her head on his shoulder, and placed her other hand

fell on his chest, and her sweet fragrance surrounded him. This blissful moment

later, she couldn't help coughing, thus, breaking the silence

bed. Erica continued to hold his waist. She buried her

clingy. He smoothed her long, messy hair and said softly, "Sleep again

She didn't need to take an antipyretic, but she still needed the cold

sniffed. She knew he was right. But, she just didn't want to let go of

call for breakfast before heading to

for about ten more minutes. She was still groggy when he returned from the bathroom and helped her up from the bed. "Breakfast is ready. Go brush your teeth," he said in a gentle tone. "Okay." Her stomach rumbled when she heard the word, breakfast. She pushed her messy hair behind her ears, yawned,

the bathroom. Erica was still so

she took her cold medicine and went

in, and said, "I'm in the meeting room next door. Call me if you