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.

reverberated in the booth, and blood spurted from the man's

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 useless. Erica doesn't love you. She told me

sleep with me? How

Matthew knew that Erica didn't love him, but he didn't know that she had been forced to sleep with him. Anger surged through him at the thought, and he leaned forward, grabbed the bloody man, and pulled him to his feet. Then, Matthew turned and landed a spinning kick on Watkins, who flew backward from the force and landed on the table behind

rolled on the table and finally

trembling hand and placed it on his aching chest. Then he coughed and spat out a large

and straight legs. Finally, Matthew's expressionless handsome

teeth and stood from the floor. Despite his composure and determination, his legs trembled

curled his lips and said sarcastically, "Mr. Chai, I didn't think you'd be

from the corner of his mouth, and

was severely injured, he was no threat to Matthew. At the sight of the incoming blow, Matthew

again if he hadn't supported himself on the wine

wine in his hand, Sheffield slid his chair back and

the hospital for nearly half a month," he said as he cast an indifferent glance at the bloody man's

Neville would invariably meet. There would

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

grabbed Watkins' collar, lifted him, and

jumped out. He rushed to the VIP

bodyguards refused to let them through. "I'm sorry. No one is allowed to enter without Mr.

couldn't force his way through. Once he calmed down, he called

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

hand. He looked at the caller ID

still and ordered