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 the man's

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,

sleep with me? How

forced to sleep with him. Anger surged through him at the thought, and he leaned forward, grabbed the bloody man, and

rolled on the table and finally crashed to

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

leather shoes, followed by a pair of long and straight legs. Finally, Matthew's expressionless handsome face came into view. At this moment, he looked calm, as if he hadn't beaten

determination, his legs trembled so much that he had to steady himself by holding the mahjong table beside

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

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

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

hadn't supported himself on the wine rack in front of

the wine 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, "Uncle, stay away from there, in

is going to be in the hospital for nearly half

already rushing here with his men. As they were both businessmen, Matthew and Neville would invariably meet. There would be serious

No, 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 again if

grabbed Watkins' collar, lifted him, and threw several

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

them through. "I'm sorry. No one is allowed

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

placed on Watkins' chest. He was just

Owen's hand. He looked at the caller

stood still and ordered nonchalantly, "Let them