Take My Breath Away

Erica nodded and spoke frankly. "When we're not at home, someone will come to clean up. And there's also a chef cooking for us. Other than that, we don't hire any servants."

This was hardly the most sensitive kind of information a person could share. Nevertheless, Sheffield had a tiny suspicion that it was significant.

A short time later, Erica took Gwyn to the projection hall to watch a movie, and Matthew put a plate of sliced fruits and several bags of snacks in front of them. Seeing this, Sheffield thought that he was beginning to understand something about his hosts.

While Erica and Gwyn sat in the front row to watch the movie, Matthew and Sheffield stayed in the back and whispered about work.

In time, it became apparent that Erica was used to ordering her husband around. "Matthew, we're out of napkins!" she called at some point.

Without wasting a second, the man got up and went to get her some more tissues.

A little later, Erica said, "Oh, Matthew, can you come help me figure out this remote control?"

Sure enough, Matthew stood up again when he was called.

And again and again as the time passed.

Staying quite comfortable and munching on melon seeds, Sheffield paid close attention to Matthew's behavior. The man was very much under Erica's command and silently served her every whim. He showed no signs of impatience; on the contrary, he seemed to enjoy being given things to do.

Though no one else saw it, Sheffield's eyes widened as an epiphany struck him.

'I finally understand why Matthew hasn't hired any servants!" he thought to himself. 'It's because he is a weirdo! He actually likes Rika and wants to be nice to her, but for some reason or another, he doesn't want to openly express his true feelings for her. So instead, he's willing to just do these little things for her, without her knowing why.'

Sheffield couldn't help but click his tongue. He should have known all along! After all, back when Carlos had asked Matthew to marry Erica, Matthew had agreed—and he certainly was not someone who could be forced into anything. The saying "Erica is Matthew's goddess" was finally confirmed!

Sheffield was satisfied that he had not come in vain tonight. He uncovered a shocking secret about Matthew, one that he didn't think many people knew.

In spite of the movie, Sheffield and Gwyn didn't stay at the house too long. For one thing, the girl had to get up early and go to school the next day. Besides that, Sheffield wanted to let the young couple enjoy their romantic night.

When the two had left, Erica yawned and found that she was no longer interested in the movie. She ended up lying down on the bed and playing with her phone.

know?"

"No, I don't. I didn't come to Y City until I married Matthew. I didn't know anything about Camille before that." Tessie had mentioned Camille a long time ago, but she'd never said much about her; Camille apparently had never treated her well.

"She'd been an actress for two years," explained Watkins. "Then she invested in a magazine company and became the boss and chief editor of their fashion section. She often appears on the covers of various magazines. Haven't you seen her?"

Erica thought it over and shook her head. "No, I haven't."

Watkins found that amusing for some reason. He stood up straight and patted her on the shoulder. "Let's go! We'll talk about it later. And in the meantime, we should make sure to not push Mr. Wang too hard."

"Okay!" Erica nodded, and they got into the car.

On the way, Watkins suddenly suggested, "How about we go to a cafe? I know of a good one that I like to go to. Let's have a cup of coffee there and discuss what to do next."

Erica didn't refuse. There were plenty of things to discuss, and it had to be done sooner or later.

It took a short time to reach the cafe.

After parking the car, Watkins took Erica inside.

Unknown to them, a certain black Emperor car was driving past the same cafe at that exact moment. The man in the back seat abruptly barked at the driver, "Stop the car! Pull over!"

Alarmed, Owen brought the car to a halt on the curb with a slight screech of the tires. He looked around and saw Erica and Watkins walking into the cafe together.

Harmon, who was in the passenger seat, looked at his nephew in confusion. "Matthew, what's wrong?"

Matthew's eyes were fixed on the door that Erica and Watkins had just disappeared through. "Nothing," he said calmly. "It's just a little hot in here."