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

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

with me? How

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

the table and finally crashed

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

he saw a pair of black leather shoes, followed by a pair of long and straight legs. Finally, Matthew's expressionless handsome face

from the floor. Despite his composure and determination, his legs trembled so much

said sarcastically, "Mr. Chai, I

a deep breath, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth,

never been a good 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, Matthew tilted

floor again if he hadn't supported himself on the

rack sat Sheffield and Harmon. With a glass of red wine in his hand, Sheffield slid his chair back and advised the man next to him,

hospital

Matthew and Neville would invariably meet. There would be serious repercussions if Matthew beat his

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

grabbed Watkins' collar, lifted

jumped out. He rushed to the VIP room where Matthew

sorry. No one is

his only son's safety, but he couldn't force his way

Watkins' chest. He was just about to coerce the bleeding man to swear that

the caller ID and reported to Matthew, "Mr. Huo, Mr. Chai

stood still and ordered nonchalantly, "Let them