Hyatt and said, “Eat something before you return."

“I'm not hungry. I have been eating since I began shopping with you this afternoon," Hyatt grinned as he reassured Erica. What he had said was true. Even as a little girl, Erica ate whatever food intrigued her, and Hyatt always ate with her. If Erica hadn't suggested eating hot pot, he probably would have skipped dinner tonight.

“Okay. Then I'll see you at school tomorrow!”

“Okay!"

When Erica arrived at the Orchid Private Club, Paige was waiting for her anxiously. Upon seeing Erica, Paige handed the car keys to her and said, "Mr. Matthew is in Room 888. Here are the car keys. I'm leaving!

Thank you, Mrs. Erica."

Then, without waiting for Erica's reply, she left.

She seemed to be in such a hurry when she walked away that Erica was convinced that Paige really had something urgent to deal with.

Erica stared at the keys in her hand, speechless.

Soon, a waiter led her to Room 888. Erica's heart thumped in her chest when she pushed the door open. A dim Light from somewhere inside cast eerie shadows on the hallway floor. Erica glanced at the waiter, but he seemed unperturbed. As soon as she stepped inside, the stench of alcohol overwhelmed her. Erica placed her sleeve on her nose as she ran from room to room in search of Matthew. It took her a while, but she finally saw him on the sofa.

Two of the buttons of his white shirt were open, and his suit and tie lay in a crumpled heap on the floor. With his hair a tousled mess and the way he Leaned on the leather sofa-the man was so unlike the Matthew she knew. He Looked Like a dandy who was enjoying his sleep.

Perhaps he was asleep. There was also the possibility that he was just pretending. Erica couldn't tell. And so, she hesitatingly took a few steps closer and nudged his leather shoe as she called, "Hey, Matthew."

But he didn't respond.

She leaned forward and pinched his cheek.

"Wake up. I'm here," she continued.

There was still no response from him.

Erica frowned as concern coursed through her. She took a few more steps forward, and squatted before him. As Matthew was in a seated position, he was still taller than her. She had to Look up at him.

Erica shook his arm.

“Do you still want to go home? I'm here to pick you up-Ah!" Not expecting Matthew to have such strength when drunk,

Erica screamed with surprise when he pulled her into his arms.

Unable to keep her balance, she fell on his Lap.

When her racing heart settled, Erica stared at the man whose eyes were still closed. She couldn't believe that Matthew had just pulled her into his arms.

After that, he remained quiet.

Still on his lap, Erica felt uncomfortable. After all, she had never been in such an intimate position with Matthew before. It made her nervous. Her heart beat insanely fast. When Matthew didn't move, she began to pry his hands away. Just as she was about to stand, Matthew held her tighter.

This time, she Landed with her face pressed against his chest. Repulsed by the odor of alcohol coming from him, Erica wrinkled her nose.