True Love Waits

Chapter 1318 Erica Doesn't Love You

As Erica was pregnant, Matthew was gentle while having sex with her. After he was done, he carried her to the bedroom in his arms. She had tear stains on her face.

With a sob, Erica turned her back to the man. She didn't want to talk to him now, not even a word.

Matthew went into the bathroom. When he returned to the bedroom again, he was already dressed.

He stood by the bed and looked down at the angry woman. "Erica, if you accept another bunch of flowers from him, I'll lock you at home for a day!"

'Him? I thought Matthew sent the flowers!' Erica turned and fixed a puzzled gaze on her husband. Her eyes were red from crying.

But before she could voice the confusion coursing through her, Matthew turned and left.

Two bodyguards executed his orders by guarding the door from the time of Matthew's departure to his return in the evening, thus preventing her from stepping out of the house.

At Orchid Private Club

Boom! Matthew viscously kicked a man. The force was so intense that he lost his balance and hit the sofa behind him.

Then, the man slumped to the floor. A painful groan escaped his lips as he placed a hand on his aching chest. When he glanced up, Matthew was tidying his sleeves. Blood slid down the corner of the fallen man's mouth.

Several bodyguards stood beside him, which made it impossible for him to escape the private booth.

In front of the wine rack, not far away, sat two men wearing suits. They seemed to ignore what was happening and leisurely chatted and drank wine.

After he finished adjusting his sleeves, Matthew lifted the man on the floor. Before he could do anything, Matthew punched him ruthlessly in the face.

and

hurt Erica, but he could teach this man, who sent flowers to his wife, a lesson. Unable to stand, Watkins fell on the floor again. He didn't even have the strength to straighten his arm that had fallen awkwardly on the sofa. After a while, he said with difficulty, "Beating me is

was forced to sleep with me? How dare he say something

through him at the thought, and he leaned forward,

rolled on the table and

placed it on his aching chest. Then he coughed and spat

leather shoes, followed by a pair of long and straight legs. Finally, Matthew's expressionless

and determination, his legs trembled

his lips and said sarcastically, "Mr. Chai,

the corner of his mouth, and swung a

fighter, not even when at optimal health. Now that he was severely injured, he was no threat to Matthew. At the sight of the incoming blow,

the floor again if he hadn't supported himself on the wine rack in front

glass of red wine in his hand, Sheffield slid his chair back and advised the man next to him, "Uncle,

"I think it's time to stop. He is going to be in the hospital for nearly half a month," he said as

both businessmen, Matthew and Neville

it's not enough,' thought Matthew. "I want him to spend the rest of his life in the hospital," he roared as malice glinted in his eyes. Watkins wouldn't have the chance to see his wife or send her flowers

collar, lifted him, and threw several

Neville jumped out. He rushed to the VIP room where Matthew was, but several bodyguards guarded the

is allowed to enter without Mr.

safety, but he couldn't force his way through. Once he

a foot placed on Watkins' chest. He was just about to coerce the bleeding man to swear that he would never

at the caller ID and

stood still and ordered