She listened carefully for any noise in the bedroom. If Matthew was still there, he was so quiet she had no idea what he was doing.

After her heart stopped threatening to pound out of her chest, Erica took a deep breath and sighed in relief. She went to the mirror, found the makeup remover and pressed the top of the bottle a few times. Then she casually applied the makeup remover and started to clean her face.

She started thinking about the situation she was in. Just like that, she married a guy who was about five years older than her. She still felt everything was so unreal.

If her family weren't rich and her parents didn't care about money at all, she might get the niggling suspicion her parents sold her to

Matthew for a few extra bucks.

The truth was, Wesley didn't keep any of the gifts or bride price the

Hilton family gave them. He had given everything to Erica. Moreover, her parents also prepared a large dowry. A 30 million dowry dollar was nothing to sneeze at, not to mention the other dowry he had bought, all of which were valuable.

The wedding was amazing. Grand and romantic. So romantic, in fact, that

Erica, who had no feelings for Matthew, had a tinge of happiness in her heart during the wedding ceremony.

Especially when Matthew took her hand during the wedding. She was holding hands with her father, but he offered her hand to Matthew, and he took it. It was so comforting, her small hand in Matthew's large one. Her heart skipped a beat during the ceremony because of it.

She felt a bit dreadful, because her heart would race when Matthew held her hand, her legs felt weak when he kissed her, and she didn't dare to look straight into his eyes because they would soon spend their wedding night together.

Erica was lost in thought, so she was startled when she suddenly opened her eyes and saw a man in the mirror.

"Ah!" she screamed.

Her scream made the man in the mirror frown and look at her.

“Matthew... Hilton... Are you a human or a ghost?" Why did she hear nothing when he walked in? He didn't make any noise when he entered the bedroom either.

Was it because the doors in his house were so well made, or because she was too focused on her thoughts?

With knitted eyebrows, Matthew didn't answer her question but said, "Go ahead and wash your face."

‘What does he think I'm doing? Mowing the Lawn?*

Erica turned on the tap, drenched her hands with the makeup remover, and watched the man behind her in the mirror.

It was not her first time in the same room with a man, but it was her first time to stay with another man as a bride. She was a little nervous, and her nervousness increased when she saw Matthew starting to take off his clothes.

She was astounded to see him take off his tailored white shirt, exposing his well-muscled chest.

‘Wow, he looks like a stick boy with his clothes on, but his body is all corded muscle underneath his clothes. He's much hotter than my idol

-Aaron Griffiths!' she marveled silently.

“Enjoying the view?" The man's cold voice interrupted the stunned woman.

*Enjoying...the view?’ Erica immediately regained her composure and said with a red face, "I wasn't looking at you. Stop being so narcissistic!" She bowed her head and washed her face immediately.