'If you all want to believe in Erica's nonsense, don't come to me when you realize you've been fooled. I'm not going to punish my wife for these stupid women!' Matthew thought to himself.
The group of women celebrated excitedly for some time. Only when their state of awe began to fade, they came to notice the man standing behind them.
Having got what they wanted, the women surrounding Erica dispersed and freed the way for Matthew.
Erica looked at the man walking towards her and grabbed a cherry, waving it in front of him. "Come on, eat it!"
Matthew shook his head and stated, "We're leaving."
"Oh, okay!" She was actually glad to go home. Regardless of where she was, Erica stretched her body.
Then she turned to Chantel and asked, "What about you? Come to our place with us."
Chantel showed her the phone in her hand. A notification from a recent missed call from her assistant displayed on the screen. "No, thanks. My assistant is waiting for me at the hotel. I'm going abroad tomorrow morning. You can go home first!"
"Okay, we are leaving now." Erica intertwined her fingers with her husband's.
His big palm was still as warm as she remembered. It felt so good to get back together with him.
"Okay, bye!" Chantel watched the couple go before she answered the phone, which was already ringing in her hand again.
"Hello, it's me."
"Chantel, there are several bodyguards at the hotel now. They said Mr. Li sent them. Do you know what happened?"
"What? Mr. Li?" 'Did Gifford send them?' she wondered.
"Yes. How is everything with you there? Can you come back now?" asked the assistant.
Chantel glanced at the lively cabin full of people before she answered, "Well, I'll talk to Mr. Li first. If I can leave earlier, I'll go back to the hotel immediately."
"Okay."
Outside, Matthew and Erica had barely left the cabin when she began to stir uncomfortably beside him. Holding his arm, she stood still and didn't let go of him.
"My feet hurt!" she said in a soft voice. The man glanced at her but didn't move.
Ignoring his silence, Erica tightened her grip on his arm and added, "You should carry me to the car. It's the first time in years that I had to wear high heels for so many hours. I can't walk when my feet hurt so badly." No one could blame her for being in pain.
'Huh! We hadn't seen each other for over three years, but she got more and more sensitive, didn't she?'
The man pretended to be impatient. "No one ever dared to a
aned over and kissed her sultry red lips as he pulled the hem of her dress up her thighs.
When he was about to take off her dress, Erica grasped his hand and said out of breath, "Wait a minute, honey. There's something I want to talk to you about!"
Kissing her on the neck, he whispered, "Just say it."
"I can't say it with you acting like this. Matthew, you don't want to listen to me, do you?"
"No, I don't." He just wanted to make love to her as much as possible. After all, he had been deprived of having sex for the past few years.
Depressed, Erica complained, "You will listen to me whether you want to or not.
Would you always hang out with other women while I was away? If I hadn't come back tonight, would it have been Noreen in this bed with you now? Ouch! Why did you bite me there? I'm not kidding." She brought a hand to where he had just bitten her and rubbed it. He did it on purpose!
Matthew's eyes flicked over the woman rubbing herself, and his pupils dilated. He found Erica so attractive.
Pushing the man who had been watching her, she ordered, "Say something!"
Matthew held her hands over her head and asked, "What do you want me to say?"
To begin with, he had never brought another woman back home. And even if he had, he wouldn't have been so stupid to do it when he knew that his wife was about to return. Did she really think that he was so clueless?
Her flight number, her boarding time, her time of arrival, the time she went to ZL Group... He knew everything.
There weren't so many coincidences in this world. But there was a man who orchestrated it all behind the curtains, and that man was Matthew.
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