True Love Waits

Chapter 1306 Your Sons Want To Eat

"No! You're on my side. If you call Matthew, you're just admitting he's better than you. So will you help me or not?" Erica demanded.

"Of course I will. I'm busy these days and won't go to Y City soon, though. I'll make a few calls. If it doesn't work, maybe you can talk to Dad," Gifford answered. But helping Erica was a little tougher than it seemed on the surface. He was glad to help, but he needed help himself to pull it off.

He had no connections in the court system. He knew people who did, so he had to call them and see if they could pitch in.

'Why does Rika always come to me for help? Dad's better set up for that than I am. Maybe she figures Dad would turn her down, anyway, ' he thought.

"I won't call Dad. He always sides with Matthew. He won't help me..." Suddenly, Matthew opened the door. He was silent as usual, so Erica had no clue he was there. His face darkened as he heard what she said. "Thanks Gifford, you're awesome!"

"Yeah, yeah. I know. I'll see what I can do!" Gifford couldn't stand Erica's tone, as if he was the one who bullied her.

The next moment, before Erica could say anything else, her phone was wrenched from her hand. "Mind your own business, Gifford. Just pretend Rika never called you. I'll fix this," Matthew said into her phone. "Matthew, you're there too? Rika said you are holding off her case against Phoebe Su. What happened?" 'So I wonder if the rumors are true. Does Matthew still carry a torch for Phoebe?' he wondered. 'Nah. Couldn't be.'

Matthew held the phone high, foiling Erica's attempts to retrieve it. He put a hand out to keep her away, put the phone back to his ear, and said, "Nothing serious. She's just being a bad girl again." "Oh..." Gifford believed it without a doubt. He knew better than anyone else what kind of trouble Erica could cause. "Remember, Rika's pregnant. You need to be a little more patient. She'll be fine after you calm her down some!"

"Don't worry. I will. Have a good night."

He hung up the phone.

Erica shouted, "Gifford!"

But it was too late. She could clearly see the screen of her cellphone. It showed the call was disconnected.

'Why did Matthew have to come in just when I managed to get Gifford to say yes? All that trouble for nothing,' she cried inwardly.

Placing her phone on the bedside table, Matthew asked gently, "Are you hungry?"

"I've lost my appetite!" She turned her head away in a fit of pique.

to eat?" he asked, as if he didn't hear her reply. It was said that pregnant women were always hungry and needed to eat more. Not only that, sometimes they did strange things like eat

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suit jacket and hung it in the closet. "You can't eat spicy and sour rice noodles. But you still have tons of choices-noodles with seafood, wontons

it did sound scrumptious, and Erica couldn't help but drool. "I want spicy and

that." Every time she ate spicy and sour rice noodles, she would put a lot

looked up at the man and added, "That's what your sons are clamoring for, not me!" She was still angry. How

a faint smile, Matthew said, "Well, what if

that type of stuff, not

'So Rika doesn't want to eat the noodles, but our sons or daughters want them.

man left the room, and paused at the door. "Come down in twenty minutes. Dinner

back and muttered in a quiet voice, "Don't try to

On the first floor

me. Send some red shrimps, abalones and scallops. Enough for two people. They must be fresh." Erica also liked eating crab. He had wanted

the kitchen and walked out of her room. Seeing that Matthew was making a fruit platter by himself,

it."

Just clean

and guessed that he might want to prepare a

twenty minutes passed, Erica went downstairs. Seeing the woman making her way downstairs, Matthew said, "Why

she almost had a miscarriage because she rushed up and down the stairs. When Matthew saw her walk downstairs, fear loomed in

to fly down those stairs, taking more than one step at a time, jumping over several of them on the way down.

Erica would fall back into her old

fruit platter was sitting on the dining room table. While eating the fruits, Erica played with her

own first. If it didn't work, she would cry and threaten

doorbell rang, echoing throughout the house. Erica looked at the man walking toward the door in confusion.

Matthew walk out, talk to the man, sign something, and come back in with a delicately packaged box, she couldn't help asking, "What's that?"

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in their fridge, but she was pregnant,

the fridge, why did he buy more? He is too extravagant! Forget