Matthew wiped his hands with a wet tissue and threw it into the trash can. He walked up to Erica, staring at her with deep eyes and said,

"No, it's not!"

“Why?" she asked.

Suddenly, Matthew stepped closer and backed her up against the marble table, his hands on either side of her body, trapping her.

"Why... Let me tell you why.”

Before she knew it, he Lowered his head and kissed her slightly opened lips.

After a while, he let go of her and spoke with a hoarse voice.

"Do you know why now?"

The girl shook her head to say that she still did not understand what he was trying to say.

“If you don't have any desire for someone, how could you love him?"

Erica told Matthew that Ethan was her son, but now she was telling him that she had given him her first kiss. Her words failed to make any sense to him. After all, how could a woman with a child still save her first kiss?

Matthew couldn't figure out which part of her words was the truth and which was the lie.

Erica, who had little experience in relationships and even less in love, became more and more confused. She feigned anger to mask her nervousness.

“Forget it! I don't want to get into that now. I just want you to watch a horror movie with me! Yes or no? Men usually don't hesitate or take so long to make such simple decisions!"

Matthew felt slightly offended by that. ‘So, I'm being hesitant and slow?' This was the first time someone had described Matthew Like this.

He lifted the girl in his arms and said, "Fine, it's just a horror movie anyway. But don't get too close to me later on when you get scared!"

Erica didn't struggle. Instead, she smiled, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and said, "Matthew, don't be so mad."

Matthew put her down and arrogantly said, “Since you need me, try showing me some sincerity!"

This kind of thing had happened too many times in the past. Erica knew exactly what he meant, but she didn't want to compromise, as a cunning smirk appeared on her Lips

She kicked her slippers far away; pulled off her socks and threw them in the same direction. She stepped on the cold floor barefoot and started whining.

“Matthew, the floor is so cold!”

Matthew scoffed.

"Beg me and I'll carry you in my arms."

Erica still wouldn't compromise, and she turned around to go upstairs

"You beg to me! Then I'll decide if I want you to carry me or not!" He was fortunate enough to be able to hug her. Why should she be the one to beg him?