True Love Waits

Chapter 1283 The Best Husband In The World

Since everyone was on leave for the Lunar New Year, Matthew and Erica decided to stay at the Li family residence for a few more days. Over the next few days, the Li residence was filled with laughter. One day, Erica seized an opportunity and snuck into her brother's room.

Gifford was working out with two dumbbells. When he saw her enter, he resisted the urge to kick her out. "Oh, it's you, Miss Troublemaker. What do you want from me?" he asked. His instincts led him to believe that she must be plotting something against him. However, fearful of how Wesley would react should he misbehave, Gifford curbed the urge to throw her out.

Erica ignored his sarcasm, closed the door, and jumped onto his bed. Oblivious to his growing annoyance, she lay down and crossed her legs. "Gifford, can we talk?"

He cast a sidelong glance at his sister, who seemed to behave as though this was her room. The more comfortable and carefree she appeared, the angrier he became. He firmly refused, "No!" Only Erica dared to be so presumptuous in his room. Perhaps her confidence came from her knowing that he would not beat her.

"Don't be so heartless, Gifford. I did what's best for you. Think about it. You can't possibly continue to be a jerk now, can you?" Erica shifted her body, placed one arm under her head, and looked sideways at the man who was still immersed in his exercise.

Gifford stiffened when he realized what she was going to say. He put down the dumbbells and sneered, "If you hadn't tricked me, I wouldn't need to be a jerk. Since you dared to scheme against me, I will behave however I please!"

What gnawed at him was that he had returned three days ago, but he still hadn't decided how he would deal with the matter between him and Chantel.

He knew that there were only two options. The first was to be cruel and send her away as if nothing had happened between them.

The other was to marry her and take responsibility.

However, there was a considerable age gap between them. He was twelve years older than Chantel! The age difference, among other things, led him to believe they were unsuitable for each other.

"Well, does it matter that we tricked you? Think about it. I'm your sister. I always have your best interest in mind. What we did isn't as awful as you believe. And Chantel is so young. How could she scheme against you? Wouldn't you agree?"

Erica's argument for a while. But all he could focus on was Chantel's age. "She is so young," he whispered. Finally, he glared at his sister and reproached, "How dare you do something so stupid? What if I decide not to marry her? Did you

sat up on the bed and said, "Exactly! Now, you have no choice but to do the right thing. You don't have a girlfriend, do you? Why are you hesitating? Let me tell you; age is not a factor in love. I know a couple. The woman is thirty years older than her husband. Despite that, they are happy together. What's more, you are only twelve years older than Chantel. It's not such a big deal. Besides, you don't look thirty-two years old. At first glance, you could pass for a twenty-two-year-old! You can think that you are twenty-two years

been a glib talker. After she married Matthew, she must have bickered with him

her off his bed. "Go back to your husband. A kid must not interfere

that she and Matthew had a peaceful life, which meant he had nothing to worry about. But he couldn't stand the fact that

Hey, stop dragging me and talk to me! Hey, hey, don't drag me by the collar. I'm suffocating!" But Gifford didn't listen to his sister's pleas. He'd had enough. He dragged her by her collar to the door, flung it open, and threw her out of his room. Then, he slammed the door shut. Relief coursed through Erica when Gifford released her collar. It didn't matter that she had been

her breath, she

that I was afraid of having sex, he was

I'd better return and find

the door to her bedroom and found that Matthew was inside, working on his computer. She closed the door, and like a dainty butterfly, rushed to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. She cooed, "Honey,

heard someone coughing, and it wasn't her

and glanced at the screen. Matthew had

crimson. She released Matthew and explained to Carlos, "Dad, you misheard me. I didn't say anything. Please go ahead

chuckled. "It's getting late. You two should go to bed early. Matthew and I will finish our talk

as he ended the video

she hugged Matthew again. "Hey, why didn't you

think it was a big deal. He turned off the computer and pulled her on to his lap. "Why would you feel embarrassed? At least this way, he knows that our relationship is a happy one. Now, he won't do anything

if he learned that

"You are his son. He just said that he disliked you. But in fact, he

you believe, then you don't know him." Ever since he was a child, he felt as though his father only cared about the women in their family. If Debbie hadn't treated him well, he would

his head and patted him as if she were comforting a child. "Honey, don't cry. I'll be good to you in the future. As long as you are obedient, I'll buy you whatever you want." Matthew, who buried his face in her arms, was rendered speechless. 'What? Does she think I'm a three-year-old child? It doesn't matter. Her affection is a