Take My Breath Away

"What would you like for lunch tomorrow?" Matthew asked. Erica was pregnant now and couldn't just eat whatever she wanted.

She glanced at him and answered cavalierly, "I'll eat whatever they put in front of me." The chefs Matthew hired were great at their jobs. They stuck to the diet, and the dishes were all delicious. Sweet potato, chicken, walnuts, salmon, garlic, and lamb. Those dishes were good for her and the babies. What was more, she liked what they fixed her a lot.

The man raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect her to be so pliant. "Then get upstairs!"

Then he took her hand and led her to the elevator.

However, Erica struggled out of his grip. "I'll take the stairs." She was so full that she felt she should get more exercise.

Matthew paused and took her hand again, but this time they walked up the stairs together.

In their bedroom

Erica took out her phone and sat on the edge of the bed to browse Weibo. Matthew stood in front of her and said, "Reflect on what you have done wrong regarding Phoebe's case!"

He wanted her to understand that whenever she needed help in the future, the first one she went to was her husband, not another guy.

Erica rolled her eyes at him and said firmly, "I did nothing wrong!" And she really believed that, too.

He stood there, stewing, not being able to do anything about it. Then, his eyes glinted, as if he had just thought of something. He no longer argued with her, but led her to the bathroom instead.

"Hey, what are you doing?" she asked.

"You need to brush your teeth!"

This time, Erica wasn't going to fight him on this. She did have to brush her teeth.

Matthew prepared a glass of water, squeezed toothpaste and handed the toothbrush to her. She took the toothbrush and carefully brushed her teeth in front of the mirror, making sure she got every last nook and cranny.

A few minutes later, Matthew guided her back to the bedroom. After she sat down on the bed, he put his arms on her side and said with a wicked grin, "Let's see if we can work off some of those pounds!"

"What?" Erica couldn't believe her ears. Matthew smiled and said, "I forgot to tell you I work out before going to bed, too." Didn't she already tell him she had a habit of doing exercise before going to sleep on their wedding night? It just so happened that he also had the same habit.

Erica was confused. "But I'm pregnant and I can't exercise now!"

"It's okay. We'll just have to be careful!" A year without sex. What a terrible idea! He had to do something.

Without saying

Whatever!"

"But from now on, you have to listen to me. You must do whatever I ask you to do!" Her mother said that Camille was the last hope of the Su family. She couldn't screw this up. Not this time!

Phoebe asked with uncertainty, "Are you seriously going to use me as a pawn?"

"Of course! You've messed things up royally." Camille didn't hide her thoughts at all. If she used Phoebe well, she could get whatever she wanted.

Seeing the unwillingness in her eyes, Camille sneered, "You can't say no to this. You've made too many mistakes already! You failed to snare Matthew. Now that Erica's carrying his kid, he doesn't give a damn about the Su family. So yes, I'm using you. If you don't like it, then get out! We've got the ten million, but you have to earn it. Do this, and the lawsuit's as good as paid for. Defy us, and just see what happens."

It was ten million dollars. Even if Phoebe sold her body, she couldn't get it in so short a time!

Phoebe knew very well that Erica would sue her. As long as Matthew didn't intervene on her behalf, she would definitely owe ten million dollars!

She didn't think that Matthew would help her again, so she had to find a way out of this. And that way out was her family. "Fine, I will do whatever you tell me to do!"

Hearing that, Fanya stood up slowly from the sofa and tidied her clothes. "Don't get upset, Camille. Head upstairs and get some rest."

Sometimes, a woman's beauty was also a useful weapon.

Camille was the most beautiful and graceful among the three sisters. She was always proud of her beauty.

"Okay, Mom." Hearing this, Camille didn't spare her sister another look. She ignored Phoebe and ascended the stairs.