“When did you learn how to make macarons?" she asked curiously. After all, it was out of character for a bossy CEO Like Matthew to make dessert.

“The same time I learned how to cook," Matthew said casually.

“Is it because you wanted to cook for a particular woman?" Erica teased.

Unexpectedly, Matthew didn't deny it.

"Yes," he said with a nod

Upon hearing this, Erica's heart immediately sank. ‘He must have learned it for his goddess, ' she thought gloomily. All of a sudden there was a bad taste in her mouth. The macaron she was eating wasn't sweet anymore.

There was a moment of awkward silence in the dining room. Just as Erica decided to suppress her displeasure and picked up another macaron for

Matthew to taste, the latter's phone rang.

He answered the phone in front of her.

“What's up?"

“Matthew.”

Recognizing Phoebe’s voice on the other line, Erica became quiet at once.

"Yes?"

“I'm pregnant."

After a pause, Matthew said, "I see. I'll come by later."

“Okay.”

The words “I'm pregnant" had rung out clearly through the quiet dining room. Erica was so dumbstruck that she forgot to swallow the food in her mouth and just listened blankly to Matthew's conversation on the phone.

It was not until he put away his phone that she came to her senses.

Forcing a smile, she asked, "Is Phoebe pregnant?"

“You heard that?"

"Yes." Trying to hide the panic in her eyes, Erica said, “You have to take responsibility and take good care of her. Don't worry about me. I don't care, really!"

Matthew frowned; it seemed that she had misunderstood.

"It's not—" But before he could finish, Erica interrupted him and said, "I know you want to help me save face. But It doesn't matter. I don't care. You should treat her well, I mean it." As soon as those words left her mouth, Erica took a deep breath like she had just finished running a race. She dimly wondered if the macarons weren't fit for eating. Why did she feel suffocated all of a sudden? There was a dull ache in her chest like there was something lodged there.

Matthew pursed his Lips and asked in a low voice, “You mean you don't care even if I were the father of Phoebe's baby?"

“Of course I don't care." Why should she care? It was not like she loved Matthew.