He wore a long black windbreaker, a white shirt and a tie, and a pair of casual shoes. The very image of a rich, successful man.

He stood by the bed and kicked Erica's foot. She was lying on the bed with her back to him.

"Get up."

"Why?" She didn't even look at him.

“Don't you want to eat hot pot?" he said in an annoyed tone.

"Hot Pot?' Erica's eyes lit up, but her excitement was gone at the thought of what happened earlier.

“Leave me alone. I'm not going."

“Why not?" Frowning, he wondered why women were so capricious.

"There's a saying.

“Okay, what's that?"

“Hot pot can only be eaten with those closest to you. And right now we're not that close! In fact, it might even piss me off to see you eat from my pot."

" she said, her face half-pressed into the bed.

Trying his best to suppress his derision, Matthew asked, “Why do you keep beating a dead horse?"

“Because I can. Because I'm still angry. Because you won't even admit what you did!" Because she was very angry now!

"So..." Matthew took two steps forward and asked, "Hyatt is close to you, but not your husband?"

He didn't forget what she had just said. She was going to eat hot pot with Hyatt.

“Of course. I've known Hyatt for seven years. We always have fun together. You and I, on the other hand, haven't gotten on that well. We only started getting along the day we got married." They had only been married a few days.

"So? We haven't been together that long.’ The phone call she had taken on their wedding night came back to his mind.

"So you wanted to marry him? But you had another guy's baby, and decided to marry me."

"Yes!" She didn't deny it. That was exactly how it Looked.

Suddenly, Matthew grabbed her by the ankle. She turned around and found that he had already changed his clothes. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he was cradling her ankle and examining it carefully. His face betrayed no expression, but he just said in a cold tone, "Do you Like

Hyatt that much?"

“I Like him a lot. If I hadn't married you, I would have married him!" she said deliberately, just to piss him off.

Matthew loosened his grip on her ankle and said slowly, “Do you know that not everyone can be your soul mate and grow old with you? Some people help you grow up, while some live with you their whole lives, while some are there one day, and gone the next-they become part of your memories."

“So what?" What was he trying to say?