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.

in the booth, and blood spurted from

man, who sent flowers to his wife, a lesson. Unable to stand, Watkins fell on the floor again. He didn't even have

sleep with me? How dare

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

rolled on the table and finally crashed to

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

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

stood from the floor. Despite his composure and determination, his legs trembled so much that he had to steady himself by holding the mahjong

said sarcastically, "Mr. Chai, I didn't think you'd

blood from the corner of his mouth, and

was no threat to Matthew.

floor again if he hadn't supported himself

and Harmon. With a glass of red wine in his hand, Sheffield slid his chair back and advised the man next to him, "Uncle, stay away from there, in case blood splashes

is going to be in the hospital for nearly half a month," he said as he cast

here with his men. As they were both businessmen, Matthew and Neville would invariably meet. There would be serious repercussions if Matthew beat his son to

rest of his life in the hospital," he roared as

thought, he grabbed Watkins' collar, lifted him, and

soon as the car pulled up outside Orchid Private Club, Neville jumped out. He rushed to the VIP room where Matthew was,

sorry. No one is allowed to enter without Mr. Huo's order," said one of

was concerned about his only son's safety, but he couldn't force his way through. Once he calmed down, he called

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

Owen's hand. He looked at the caller ID and reported to Matthew,

ordered nonchalantly, "Let