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.

had 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

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

that, 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

colonel was speechless. 'Well,

acting like a child. Work it out with Matthew. He's

what you're talking about! I can't forgive him." Erica stopped crying and answered decisively, her eyes as red as

she's going to keep causing problems?' Wesley thought, then glanced at his daughter expressionlessly. "Rika, your mother

talk. I think she'll understand." As she said

push brought them almost nose to nose. Erica lost

We'll have a good

started harping on by the time everything was said and done. Blair sighed heavily. "Damn it! Matthew's a great guy. Stop making a scene. Go to bed!" After saying that, she not only

broke free of his grip and

Erica figured out what he was doing. He had been very careful

from her. 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 him or

waited so long to get to the point where she felt comfortable sharing a bed with him. They were practically newlyweds; who would satisfy his needs if his wife got

it was his

into his arms and whispered in her ear, "Honey, my money, my houses and my cars are all

the first three things." She was still angry with him and

cooling off that easily. Even if she had his money, houses and cars, she

had never felt so distressed before. He knew she still didn't love him. "No way!" If she didn't want him, what was he going to do? "Um, my money and stuff

again, but she didn't want to say that she didn't want the

knew she needed to get some sleep. Erica

lay silently in bed. Matthew lay down beside her, hugged her and continued to cajole her, "I swear I'll