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.

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

a little kid being disciplined by his father. "I was comparing shit. I wasn't calling her a pig!" He just felt that

cold glance at Gifford and said, "Rika has good reason

young colonel was speechless. 'Well, forget

down! How old are you? You're still acting like a child. Work it out with

you're talking about! I can't forgive him." Erica

causing problems?' Wesley thought, then glanced at his daughter expressionlessly. "Rika, your mother is

the bedroom and have a good talk. I think she'll understand." As she

push brought them almost nose to nose. Erica lost her

We'll have a

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 scene. Go to bed!" After saying that, she not only pushed them inside the bedroom, but also

fit of anger, she broke free of his grip and sat back on the bed with a

his eyebrows, Matthew wondered how Erica figured out what he was doing. He had been very careful every

about whether a kid might come along? He didn't know whether she would believe him

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

was

houses and my cars are all yours, and me too. I'll give

"I only want the first three things." She was still

be cooling off that easily. Even if she had his money,

what was he going to do? "Um, my money and stuff is kind of a package deal. You don't get

want to say that she didn't want the twelve billion.

needed to get some sleep. Erica knew

in bed. Matthew lay down beside her, hugged her and continued to cajole