Then, he answered the phone and continued, "Hello?"

“Matthew. .."

Much to his chagrin, the voice of a woman crying was so loud, Matthew couldn't avoid frowning as he got out of the bed and put on his

Slippers.

“Just tell me what's going on," he muttered.

The woman on the other end of the line said something, but Erica couldn't make out what she was saying. After hanging up, Matthew went to the walk-in closet without saying anything.

He was in a hurry and looked quite serious, implying the urgency of the situation-something bad must have happened to the woman.

Two minutes Later, he walked back into the bedroom, all dressed up. It was not until then that he realized there was another person in the room with him. Standing on the edge of the bed, he looked down at

Erica, whose eyes were wide with puzzlement.

“I have some urgent business to deal with. Don't wait up for me, you should go to sleep.”

“Oh, okay." Erica had no qualms with that arrangement. In fact, she would Like nothing more than to sleep alone. The call from that woman was like a blessing in disguise for which Erica felt deeply grateful.

She assumed that the woman must be the goddess who shone like the purest moonlight in Matthew's heart. ‘That woman is something else! The way she made Matthew leave his newlywed wife on their wedding night is truly amazing!' Erica marveled at the thought of the unknown woman.

With a solemn look at her, Matthew said nothing more and left the bedroom.

When silence befell the bedroom, Erica was certain that Matthew had left. Without a worry on her mind, she threw back her covers and jumped on the bed happily.

There wasn't a trace of sadness on her face which was quite unusual for a bride who had been left by her husband on the night of their wedding.

Feeling giddy as ever, she cleared her throat and began to sing.

“Come on, come on, turn the radio on. It's Friday night and—" Her singing stopped abruptly when the bedroom door was opened from the outside.

Erica froze, petrified with astonishment.

With his hands in his pockets, Matthew stood at the door, emotionlessly staring at Erica while she was standing on the pillow where he had just rested his head, hands clenched into fists in midair.

Erica reacted quickly. When she realized what she was doing, she quickly drew her foot back and knelt down on the bed. She grabbed

Matthew's pillow and patted it sheepishly. She stammered awkwardly, “I have a habit of doing exercise before sleep. I accidentally stepped on your pillow. I'm sorry.”

The deadpan expression on Matthew's face remained unchanged at Erica's apology.

As he approached her, the atmosphere in the bedroom became more intense and the beating of Erica's heart grew faster

She held her breath, dreadfully waiting for his next words until he stopped at the side of the bed.

Reaching out his right hand, he held her chin and raised her face to him.