“No! That's not what I mean," Erica retorted immediately. Her face reddened with anxiety and embarrassment as she searched for words to explain that she was just imagining things. She would never have babies with him!

"I know. Please don't be shy, Mrs. Erica! Let's go home and have babies! Five, as you like," Matthew said, pretending not to know what she wanted to say.

Erica reached out to cover his mouth to stop him from babbling, but

Matthew gripped her hand and said, “Darling, let's get inside the elevator first."

Together, they stepped into the elevator, and Matthew let go of her wrist as soon as the door closed.

His expression became indifferent again as he stepped away and kept her at a distance. Adjusting his clothes, he said to the angry woman, “We have to pretend to be a sweet couple in front of others."

The way he spoke made Erica feel like the man who had just whispered into her ear a moment ago was someone else altogether.

So, he had been acting? "You... You... You are such a good actor!" she finally blurted out. She was so annoyed that she was even stuttering.

"Thanks for the compliment, Mrs. Erica," Matthew replied calmly.

‘What? Thank you? Couldn't he tell that I was being sarcastic?’

Erica was desperate to put him in his place, but she didn't know what to do. ‘What wrong did I commit in my previous life that I was given the punishment of marrying Matthew?’

On their way to the manor, if the bodyguard hadn't sat in the front seat, Erica would have taken it. Instead, she had no choice but to sit with Matthew in the back.

Nevertheless, she clung to the window, sitting as far away from him as she could.

Matthew didn't mind; he just concentrated on his work on the phone as if he hadn't noticed what she was doing.

Just when they were about to arrive at the Hilton family's manor, his phone rang.

Erica, who was bored, casually glanced at his phone. Before she could see the name on the caller ID, Matthew answered the phone.

"What's up?

“Matthew, are you busy right now?" It was a woman's voice, which sounded a bit familiar to Erica. However, she couldn't tell whether it was the voice of the woman who called him on their wedding night or the voice of someone else she had heard before.

“No.

“Will you be attending the seventh-day ceremony of Nathan's death?"

"Yes." Tomorrow was going to be the seventh day after Nathan's death.

And Matthew would definitely come.

“Okay, I'LL be waiting for you, then.”

"Okay."

As soon as he hung up the phone, Erica was dying to know who it was.