Erica grumbled something and hung up. A moment of fretting came and went, and she slid from the bed. She went to the walk-in closet, changed into the first top she saw, and left the villa.

It was really a pain to have a husband who was incapable of holding his

Liquor.

After hanging up the phone, Sheffield looked over at Matthew, who had his eyes closed.

"You're so pitiful," Sheffield said quietly, trying to sound sympathetic.

“First your father doesn*t Love you, and now your wife doesn't either. You poor wretch."

Matthew and Harmon were rendered speechless.

By the time Erica finally reached the Orchid Private Club, Harmon had left to deal with something, Leaving only Sheffield and Matthew in the private room.

Sheffield's face brightened the minute she walked in, and he waved at her.

"Rika!"

Erica came over and nodded at him.

“Hello, Sheffield."

Beside him, Matthew was still sprawled out on the sofa, his eyes closed. From his lack of reaction to Erica's arrival, she wasn't sure whether he'd known she was coming or not.

Sheffield came up to her and whispered, “You know, Matthew's drunk.

Seize the opportunity tonight and take good care of him."

Erica hesitated, sure that he was trying to insinuate something. But she was still angry and didn't bother trying to figure it out.

“Don't worry. I will take him to his woman," she said icily.

“His woman?" echoed Sheffield, who had no idea whom she was referring to.

Erica only nodded and brushed past him. Giving Matthew's shoe a kick, she snapped, “Get up!"

But remembering then that Sheffield was still watching them, she realized that she had to save face. With a great effort, she softened her voice.

"Matthew."

Slowly, Matthew opened his eyes and met Erica's. There was a trace of coldness in his look.

“What do you want?"

His hand drifted to the nearby end table, toward a half-full glass beside a bottle of white wine. Despite nearly knocking the glass over he managed to get it to his lips and took a long swig.

Erica took a deep breath.