True Love Waits

Chapter 1285 Like A Spoiled Brat

Once he figured out Erica was crying over twelve billion dollars, Wesley thought that she was just making trouble out of nothing. Where would a girl like Erica get twelve billion?

Wesley opened his mouth to sort her out, but Matthew hurried to interrupt him. "Dad, Mom, it's really my fault this time."

Blair felt sorry for Erica. After all, the girl was beside herself with grief, but she also felt sorry for Matthew. The man was always taking the blame for things. "Don't blame yourself, Matthew. I think she's blowing things out of proportion."

Matthew nodded but proceeded to apologize gracefully and sincerely. "Rika, I'm sorry. It's all my fault," he said.

Wesley patted Erica's back and tried to calm her down. "There, there. Matthew's apologized to you. You don't need to cry anymore! If you keep crying, that's on you!"

Erica anxiously explained, "Dad, no. It's really on him..."

"Yeah, Rika's right. It's all my bad." Matthew came over and pulled her into his arms. He apologized again, "I'm sorry. Please don't cry."

Yvette already had a hunch something was wrong. Erica was acting weird in the supermarket earlier, and it got worse when they came back home. She asked in confusion, "What happened? You've been all weirded out since we got back from the supermarket. So, Rika-what's going on?"

Matthew answered for her, "Don't blame Rika, Yvette. And it's kind of awkward. Just know that I'm the one to pin it on."

Seeing him defending his wife all this time, Yvette nodded and just decided to drop it.

Gifford picked his ear casually and told Erica, "Look at Matthew. He's completely cool with this. Stop crying. It's the middle of the night, for Chrissake? You're crying like a pig in the slaughterhouse! I'm pretty sure our neighbors know by now."

When she heard this, Erica glared at her brother, eyes red from crying. She wanted to skin him alive. "Who are you calling a pig? Dad, look, even my brother is mean to me." And the waterworks started once

more.

almost snapped her out of it. Now, thanks to Gifford, Erica was crying all over again. Wesley was so angry he kicked his son's leg and asked sternly, "A pig? Seriously? She's your sister!" Gifford wanted to avoid the kick, but he knew that would just cause more trouble. He stood there and took it like

and a 33-year-old man. Yet, somehow, he was still like a little kid being disciplined by his father. "I was

he angered everyone. Even Matthew cast a cold glance at Gifford and said, "Rika has good reason to cry. Let her." 'Comparing my wife to a pig!

was

a child. Work it out with

Erica stopped crying and answered decisively,

keep causing problems?' Wesley thought, then glanced at his daughter expressionlessly. "Rika, your mother is right. Start giving a

talk. I think she'll understand."

nose. Erica lost her balance and fell into Matthew's

thank you, Yvette. We'll have a good

Erica was the one they started harping on by the time everything was said and done. Blair sighed heavily. "Damn it! Matthew's a great guy. Stop making a

his grip and sat back on

been very careful every time he used the condoms, so where did she even get the

He didn't tell her because he was afraid she wouldn't agree. Why shouldn't he get to enjoy himself without worrying about whether a kid might come along? He didn't know whether she would believe

point where she felt comfortable sharing a bed with him. They were practically newlyweds; who would satisfy his needs if his wife got pregnant so soon? He didn't want to be horny for so

was

her into his arms and whispered in her ear, "Honey, my money, my houses and my cars are all yours, and me too. I'll give

want the first three things." She was

easily. Even if she had his money, houses and cars, she would still

want him, what was he going to do? "Um, my money and stuff is kind

but she didn't want to say that she didn't

she needed to get some sleep. Erica knew

her, hugged her