If she could not even wash her own feet, she would be really useless.

Without even raising his head, Matthew replied, "Shut up. The more you talk, the more you make me think of divorcing you."

Erica shut up, feeling very wronged. ALL she had done was procrastinate a little, but it seemed that in Matthew's eyes, she had become a huge baby that couldn't take care of herself. On top of that, he didn't allow her to talk and even threatened to divorce her if she did.

‘Argh! This is so unfair, ‘ she complained to herself.

Matthew grabbed a new towel, wiped her feet roughly, and then carried her out of the bathroom.

Reaching the bed, he threw her onto it without any tenderness.

"Ouch!" Erica rolled to the center of the bed and sprawled out on it.

Matthew's voice was as cold as usual as he said, “Didn't you say you wanted to be my woman? As you wish! Put on the new nightgown while I take a bath. I want to see you in it when I come out."

Then, he began unbuttoning his shirt. Erica sat up on the bed in a hurry and smirked at him.

"Um, the nightgown is...gone."

“What do you mean it's gone?" he asked, frowning.

“I regret saying that I wanted to be your woman. I don't want to do it anymore, so I..." Erica couldn't finish her words, so she took the gift box on the bedside table and opened it.

She blinked mischievously and said with a smug smile, "As you can see..."

Matthew took two steps forward and found that the nightgown which had been folded neatly inside the gift box before had been shredded into pieces. Erica didn't want to wear it, so, fearing that Matthew would force her to put it on, she had cut it into pieces when he wasn't in the room.

She had thought that she was being very smart. She waited for Matthew to get angry at her, but he didn't.

By now, Matthew's shirt was fully unbuttoned, revealing his toned chest.

"Good," he said simply.

“What?" Erica was confused.

Matthew cast her a cold glance.

“I'm not interested in you, anyway."

Erica should have been glad to hear this; after all, everything was going her way. But for some reason, she froze. Then, forcing a smile on her face, she said awkwardly, "What a coincidence!"

This time, Matthew didn't even look at her. With a cold expression on his face, he took his shirt and walked into the bathroom.

That night, as usual, they slept on the same bed but with different thoughts on their minds. Early the next morning, Erica was woken up by a voice calling her name.

"Erica."

In a daze, she opened her eyes and saw Matthew, who was standing neatly dressed and looking at her from the bedside.