Take My Breath Away

Once he figured out Erica was crying over twelve billion dollars, Wesley thought that she was just making trouble out of nothing. Where would a girl like Erica get twelve billion?

Wesley opened his mouth to sort her out, but Matthew hurried to interrupt him. "Dad, Mom, it's really my fault this time."

Blair felt sorry for Erica. After all, the girl was beside herself with grief, but she also felt sorry for Matthew. The man was always taking the blame for things. "Don't blame yourself, Matthew. I think she's blowing things out of proportion."

Matthew nodded but proceeded to apologize gracefully and sincerely. "Rika, I'm sorry. It's all my fault," he said.

Wesley patted Erica's back and tried to calm her down. "There, there. Matthew's apologized to you. You don't need to cry anymore! If you keep crying, that's on you!"

Erica anxiously explained, "Dad, no. It's really on him..."

"Yeah, Rika's right. It's all my bad." Matthew came over and pulled her into his arms. He apologized again, "I'm sorry. Please don't cry."

Yvette already had a hunch something was wrong. Erica was acting weird in the supermarket earlier, and it got worse when they came back home. She asked in confusion, "What happened? You've been all weirded out since we got back from the supermarket. So, Rika—what's going on?"

Matthew answered for her, "Don't blame Rika, Yvette. And it's kind of awkward. Just know that I'm the one to pin it on."

Seeing him defending his wife all this time, Yvette nodded and just decided to drop it.

Gifford picked his ear casually and told Erica, "Look at Matthew. He's completely cool with this. Stop crying. It's the middle of the night, for Chrissake? You're crying like a pig in the slaughterhouse! I'm pretty sure our neighbors know by now."

When she heard this, Erica glared at her brother, eyes red from crying. She wanted to skin him alive. "Who are you calling a pig? Dad, look, even my brother is mean to me." And the waterworks started once more.

They had almost snapped her out of it. Now, thanks to Gifford, Erica was crying all over again. Wesley was so angry he kicked his son's leg and asked sternly, "A pig? Seriously? She's your sister!"

Gifford wanted to avoid the kick, but he knew that would just cause more trouble. He stood there and took it like a man.

He felt so frustrated. He was a colonel, and

er, "I swear I'll never use condoms again, okay?"

She didn't say anything.

She was trying to have a kid with him because she promised him one, but now it looked like she was just desperate. How was she going to get herself out of this?

Matthew kissed her earlobe, and the woman in his arms shivered, which made the man laugh quietly.

Hearing his laughter, Erica felt both ashamed and angry. She buried her face in the pillow, hammered the pillow and shouted, "Matthew Huo!"

Settling his weight on her, he whispered, "I can show you I'm trying. How about that black card when I get back? And the credit card with the unlimited balance? How does that sound?"

She feigned nonchalance and said, "Don't try to bribe me with money! I'm not that kind of girl!" But in fact, that was what she wanted...

"Then what can I bribe you with? Yes, I know. My wife is not that kind of girl. It's just that I have too much money and no place to keep it. So why don't I give it to you?"

Unable to resist the temptation of money, Erica tilted her head and said, "That's what you said. This isn't some kind of trick?"

"No trick. This is just me being a loving husband!" Matthew propped himself up with his right elbow, put his hand on her waist and started to caress her.

"Okay! It's a deal!"

"It's a deal!" He lowered his head and kissed her hair. "Since you can't wait to have a baby with me, I guess I need to work harder at it."

His words made Erica tremble with fear. "Come to think of it, having a child is not real high on my list. I don't want it anymore..."