Wesley's mind, she would have done that before getting married to a man she didn't love in the first place.

With her permission, Matthew kissed her again, more passionately than the last kiss.

Only when his lips parted from hers and moved to her ear, Erica found the chance to speak.

“Wait a minute! You've misunderstood me."

‘Oh my God! I better stop him now before I catch fire!' She scrambled to get away from him.

Breathless, Matthew looked at the woman under him in silent curiosity.

Looking into his eyes, Erica wanted to cry but she couldn't form any tears.

"I meant that we can go to sleep. I didn't say you can kiss me."

This time, Matthew decided not to make things difficult for her and he slowly Lay down next to her.

Erica finally breathed a sigh of relief, letting go of the quilt and spreading it over him.

Night came as a reward of sorts, a restfulness above to calm the soul.

As a person who was used to playing on her phone before sleep, Erica decided to skip to the sleeping part quickly, afraid that he would try to do something to her again.

Fortunately, Matthew seemed to have fallen asleep. His breathing was rhythmic and relaxed, which in turn helped her fall asleep as well.

The next morning, Erica was woken up by her sister Yvette. When she went downstairs, she saw Matthew and Wesley, who had just come back from morning exercise, beads of sweat dripping from their foreheads.

Wesley stopped her when he saw her coming downstairs with sleepy eyes.

“From now on, don’t forget to exercise at home. Look at this young man!

Matthew exercises every day. I've told him to take you out jogging in the morning. What do you think?"

Working out with Wesley was a nightmare to Erica. She stroked her messy hair and walked past her dad.

“I'll go upstairs and freshen up first.

Dad, Mom, why don't you eat your breakfast first?" Without waiting for

Wesley's response, Erica scurried up the stairs.

Wesley sighed helplessly and explained to Matthew in a serious tone,

“Please don't mind that. Rika has always been like this."

“That's all right. Don't worry about me," replied Matthew casually, withdrawing his gaze from his wife.

While Erica was humming a tune and washing her face in the bathroom,