Take My Breath Away

"Well, I forgive you this time. You can invite me to have wontons after I'm back," Erica said on the phone, pouting her lips.

Rhea giggled and said, "No problem. But I gotta go to the class now. I'll see you in a few days, my honorable Mrs. Huo!"

"Bye, my dear Rhea."

When Matthew left her on their wedding night, Erica didn't think that he would be gone for the next two days.

However, the circumstances couldn't have been any better for her because his absence meant that she wouldn't have to deal with him.

According to their wedding custom, the bride and groom were to return to her parents' home on the third day after the wedding. However, before the day that Erica would go back to A Country, she began to feel depressed.

'Matthew hasn't come back yet. What if he doesn't show up tomorrow? Do I have to go back alone? It will be so humiliating!' she thought to herself.

She wanted to call Matthew to ask when he would be back, but she decided otherwise.

'What should I do? Maybe I can go back by myself.

Yes, that's it!'

After making up her mind, Erica walked out of the villa with a backpack on her shoulders and drove to a nearby mall to buy some gifts for her family.

Coincidentally, when she just arrived at the underground parking lot of the mall, she saw a familiar figure.

The person was none other than Matthew, her husband who had disappeared for two days.

There was a woman standing next to him, dressed in a black suit.

As the woman's back was facing Erica, she could only judge that it was a woman by her coiled long hair and high heels.

When a bodyguard opened the back door of the brand-new black minivan, Matthew drew his hand from his pocket and gently helped the woman get into the car.

After the woman was seated, he took a wet tissue from the bodyguard and began to wipe his hand before getting into the car as well.

Just as the car was about to drive away, Erica got out of her car and quickly ran to stop the minivan. "Wait!"

She stood in front of the minivan boldly and stretched out her arms to block its way.

Fortunately, the driver slammed the brakes on at the right time, mumbling curses in anger. When he realized who it was, he turned around and said to Matthew, "Mr. Huo, it's Mrs. Huo!"

Perhaps the fact that he was a married man hadn't sunk in yet as he kept his eyes closed and said, "What's her family name?"

The driver paused momentarily, not knowing how to answer the question. He couldn't help but think to himself, 'Don't you know your wife's family name? Do you really love her?' "Mr

ch room was decorated thoughtfully, in a simple yet luxurious way.

On the first floor was the living room; the kitchen; the main storage room and so on. Another thing worth mentioning was also something that Erica was interested in—Matthew had an extravagant wine cellar in the basement.

The wine cellar covered dozens of square meters. It had an automatic thermostat to preserve a large variety of limited-edition and expensive wines from around the world. There were at least thousands of bottles of red wine in total, all kept nicely.

Erica was shocked when she saw the wine cellar for the first time. Her grandmother also had a wine cellar, but there were only hundreds of bottles of wine at most. Compared with Matthew's cellar, her grandmother's collection was nothing.

The second floor mostly had several bedrooms, all of which were decorated similarly. The bedroom on the third floor, however, was the master bedroom where Matthew and Erica were staying. The master bedroom occupied almost half of the third floor, opposite to which was the study and two empty rooms.

On the fourth floor was the gym, the billiard's room, the entertainment room, the meditation room and the open-air swimming pool. The swimming pool was certainly worth mentioning because the bottom of the pool was made of glass, which meant that people on the third floor could see the swimming pool clearly.

Sitting next to the swimming pool, Erica cupped her chin with her hands and looked at the crystal clear water, deep in thought. 'If someone was swimming here, wouldn't people on the third floor see everything?

I wonder why Matthew would have someone design the swimming pool in such a way. Is he some kind of pervert?'