“I've never seen a woman as silly as you," Matthew replied, still crouching in front of her.

Erica's good mood wasn't hindered in the slightest.

Eventually she opened her eyes. With her elbows on her knees and her chin resting on one hand, she gazed at this man who disliked her so intensely.

"Matthew, I have a suggestion. Let's make do with each other for the rest of our lives! Forget about the woman you like, and I will forget about Aaron too."

She had found that Matthew treated her even better than Wesley did, and so she was reluctant to Leave him.

Matthew's glance was haughty and distant.

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Erica did her best to hide her disappointment. ‘What a pity!’ she thought as she moved her feet around in the basin. The massage machine at its bottom felt incredible.

Matthew frowned at how she seemed to be taking her time with the whole feet-washing business.

“Why don't you use your hands?" he asked sulkily.

“What's the rush? I want to take my time. This massage machine is incredible. What brand is it? I want to buy one of my own." She talked as if she had never seen a foot massage machine before.

That was the straw that broke the camel's back. Unable to take it anymore, Matthew stood up, took off his suit jacket, and set it aside.

Erica got nervous as he started untying his tie.

“Why... why are you taking off your clothes?" she asked warily. Did he have some creepy quirks?

Matthew rolled his eyes and threw his tie away without even looking at her. Then he unbuttoned his cuffs.

A possibility occurred to Erica.

“Are you going to take a shower?"

With a chilly Look at her, he rolled up his sleeves, and squatted down in front of Erica. Reaching into the basin, he took hold of her feet and started rubbing them.

Realizing that he was washing them, Erica wanted to draw back, but his grip was strong, and she couldn't escape it.

Matthew spoke through gritted teeth.

"As far as I'm concerned, from now on, you're just a child who can't take care of herself. Just like

Ethan." There was no mistaking the loathing in his voice.

His words sank in as Erica sat there, and her good mood finally began to ebb. Being treated like a baby, she couldn't help but feel frustrated.

In the meantime, his big hands continued to work at her feet, efficient but a little bit rough. Feeling wronged, Erica pouted and spoke.

“You misunderstood. I can take care of myself. I just have a problem of procrastination.”