True Love Waits

Chapter 1354 Making Noodles

When Tessie and Erica returned, Owen was sitting in the dimly-lit yard and playing on his cell phone. When he saw them, he stood and greeted them.

Erica had wanted Tessie to meet Matthew, but she was afraid of the man. And so, after much insistence, Erica let her friend retire to her room. She figured it might be better if the two met each other the next morning.

After bidding Tessie good night, she walked to the door to her bedroom and pushed it open. Matthew was sitting on the chair in her room, waiting for her.

When he saw his wife enter, the worry niggling at his heart gradually disappeared.

Erica ran forward and hugged the man who was sitting upright. "Matthew, why haven't you slept yet?"

He sat motionless and let her hold him, but he did not respond.

Erica didn't mind his attitude. After all, she hadn't seen him in years. And, he had just saved her from Pike and his men. She glanced at him and asked, "How about we go to bed now?"

It was late, and after all the events that had transpired, she was exhausted.

However, Matthew said flatly, "I'm hungry."

"What?" she exclaimed. She scratched the back of her head. It was late at night, and her kitchen was quite bare. What was she going to feed her husband? Finally, she stuttered, "I...I can cook noodles. Is that okay?"

'She can cook noodles?' Matthew shook his head. "I'm afraid your cooking will poison me."

"Okay. Then perhaps I can ask Tessie to cook for you. She is good. Your sons always enjoy meals prepared by her," Erica offered. She had volunteered to make him a bowl of noodles, but he didn't seem to trust her culinary abilities.

'Let Tessie do it? Never!' The man pinched the bridge of his nose and ordered, "You can make the noodles!"

was stunned with how quickly Matthew had changed his mind. "Aren't you afraid of getting

do as I say!" Whatever little patience Matthew had left seemed to have disappeared.

okay, I'll do it right now!" Erica ignored his tantrum, turned

but it was spotless and orderly

to boil before hunting for dried noodles in the cupboard. Then, guided by the beam of her flashlight, she scoured the corner

the kitchen. After looking around the small shabby space, he couldn't help asking, "Mrs. Huo, why did you choose to stay here? This place is so..." He had inquired about the village before bringing Mr. Huo here. He hadn't believed the reports. But now

her head and answered with a smile, "Technology in big cities is advanced. I was afraid that I would be caught on surveillance cameras less than two days after my escape and then be taken home!" Such a premature return would ruin all her

phone signal was weak, would be a safe place to hide from Matthew and her family. Owen had

and thought for a while. "Owen, I'll find a place where you and the others can sleep

Huo. I'm not picky," Owen replied as casually as possible. Since his boss hadn't grumbled about this place, he

He, thus, felt very uncomfortable standing by while Erica was

The noodles will be ready soon!" Erica replied with a smile. About

say something, he heard

my way!" Owen answered as he spun on his heels

with a bowl of steaming noodles. With a smile, she

"I've cooked a lot.

But his boss kept his eyes on the bowl of noodles. So, he politely refused. "Thank you, Mrs. Huo. I had some food

had found something to eat. They were afraid that Matthew would dislike it, so they didn't bring any for him. "It doesn't matter. I have made a lot. Even if you eat a large bowl of noodles, there will still be plenty left. Well, I'll get you a bowl." Afraid that he was shy, Erica turned and headed for the kitchen. Owen immediately followed her and refused in fear. "No, no, no. I can do it myself!" He was afraid that his boss would teach him a lesson if Erica had

Erica didn't force him. She stood by as he went

turned to look at Matthew. The man was still glaring at the

sitting next to him, she urged, "Eat

green onions, vegetables, and mushrooms above the noodles. There was no meat in the food. "Yes." Erica was accustomed to eating like this. She propped her chin on her hands and said, "Don't worry. The noodles are definitely cooked. When Tessie was away, I would cook for our sons. They enjoyed my noodles very much. Well, sometimes I would prepare

this squalor and eating meager meals sent such a pang of anguish through

frowned and asked, "Where