Take My Breath Away

As the microphone was lifted to Matthew's lips, Erica, with her heart in her mouth, gripped his hand tightly and looked him straight in the eye. She wouldn't be able to survive the public humiliation if he said that he didn't want to marry her now.

Casting a glance at her hand that was holding his, Matthew uttered three words slowly under the watchful eyes of everyone present. "Yes, I do."

The hall erupted with thunderous applause, and Erica exhaled a deep sigh of relief.

"It seems that our groom loves our bride very much," the emcee said to the crowd, cheekily raising an eyebrow.

Erica couldn't tell what was going on in Matthew's mind, but she was feeling quite awkward herself.

'Love? He doesn't love me at all! We are pretty much like strangers, ' she mocked inwardly. If it weren't for the fact that this was their wedding ceremony, they wouldn't even be holding hands right now.

"Miss Erica Li, do you take Mr. Matthew Huo to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward; for better or for worse; for richer or for poorer; in sickness and in health; to love and to cherish, until death do you part?"

The microphone stopped at Erica's lips, but there was no response for a long time.

Matthew squinted his sharp eyes at Erica, who was trying to hide the smirk from her lips.

Having realized that she was just keeping silent on purpose, he pinched her hand softly, as if to warn her not to do something foolish and embarrassing.

"Miss Erica Li, do you take Mr. Matthew Huo to be your lawfully wedded husband?" the emcee asked again.

"Yes, I do," she answered with a smile.

Everyone, especially her father, was finally relieved by her answer.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife." As the emcee faced Matthew, he continued, "You may now kiss the bride!"

Amidst warm applause, Matthew lowered his head and approached Erica slowly.

The closer he got to Erica, the more nervous she felt. Her lips trembled as she whispered to him, "Really? Are you really going to kiss me?"

Matthew raised his eyebrows. "Why? What's the matter?"

Before she could say anything, he wrapped his arm around her waist, pulled her close to his body and pressed his lips on hers.

Erica rolled her eyes with dissatisfaction. 'Oh my God! Is this really my first kiss? This is not romantic at all.'

A moment later, she whispered, "We both know that this marriage isn't based on love. Y

rpetual headache. In fact, she has been a real headache to everyone since the day she was born. Let me tell you a story. When she left my mom's womb, a meteorite fell in A Country. It was late at night, but the area near the hospital was lit up like daytime because of the meteorite. At that time, I wondered if Rika was actually a fairy..."

Suddenly, Sheffield and Joshua, who were busy chatting, stopped to turn their heads around. With keen interest, they listened to Erica's story, as though they were more interested in the story than Matthew was. Gifford continued, "But soon, that night, she proved to me that I was totally wrong. Although she didn't cry a lot like the other babies, she would cause trouble in other aspects. For example, when my dad first held her in his arms, her diaper fell off for some reason. Before he could find a new one, she pooped all over Dad."

"Hahaha." Even the other people around them started laughing.

Gifford must have been a slave for his sister, as he kept talking about Erica. "The next day, when my grandma changed her diaper, she would only poop a little bit on the clean diaper. It was almost as if she were doing it on purpose. My grandma wanted to change her diaper after she was done, but she stopped pooping. Once my grandma changed her into a new diaper, it would get dirty at once.

On the third day, she vomited all over Dad when he picked her up. On the fourth day, when she finally opened her eyes, she rolled her eyes at my dad. Hahaha..." Gifford shook violently as he burst into laughter, reminiscing how angry Wesley was when baby Erica rolled her eyes at him.