Matthew nodded in satisfaction. He lowered his head and kissed the woman on the lips. Erica put her hands on his chest and gently reminded him, "Not now. I'm wearing lipstick." It would smear, and then his Lips would be red, and she'd be doing her best clown impression. Not a good look for either of them.

Matthew glanced at her moving red lips, which were now more charming than before in that hue, his eyes darkening. This time, regardless of her objection, he kissed her gently and affectionately.

A few minutes later, someone opened the door to the villa. The man and woman in the dining room were still inseparably intimate.

Matthew heard the noise from the door opening. His senses were always sharp. He opened his eyes and looked at the girl who was still intoxicated from the passion.

Only members of the Hilton family could open the door to Matthew's villa.

Matthew knew exactly who walked in without even turning his head. His suspicions were confirmed a moment later.

Soon, a familiar voice came from the living room, "Matthew? Erica? Ah!"

As soon as Debbie walked into the living room, she saw what was happening in the adjoining dining room.

Debbie turned around immediately and murmured, "I'm sorry. Amitabha!"

‘Wow, these two certainly aren't keeping their hands to themselves.

They're even doing it on the table...' she mused.

Erica was suddenly shocked out of her romantic moment by Debbie's voice. As soon as she opened her eyes, she met the man's snickering eyes.

"Oh my God! This is so embarrassing! '

She quickly got down from the table and put some distance between her and Matthew. She reflexively looked at Debbie.

"Mom, it's not..." She meant to tell Debbie it was not what it looked Like. They were just kissing.

“Hey, hey," she said, putting her hands up.

"I get it. I just came here to give you the hairpin you bought today. You left it at my place.

Well, I'LL leave you to it. Don't stop on my account!" Debbie said in embarrassment. She put the hairpin down carefully on a table, covering her eyes. She kept her back to them the whole time. Then she walked out as quickly as she could. If Erica's words reached her ears, she didn't acknowledge them.

"Clack!" The door of the villa was locked.

Erica looked sheepish. She knew how it looked, and it was exactly what it looked like. She had been sitting on the table, and Matthew stood close to her, holding her waist. His jacket was sloppily thrown into a chair. His tie was on the floor, and a few buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned...

“Ah!" Erica screamed hysterically when she pictured that.

Matthew still stood where he had been, in a partial state of undress.

“You know, we did nothing wrong. Mom should be embarrassed, not us."

“Matthew, y-y-you-you-you go explain everything to Mom!" She was so flustered she could barely talk. A moment's indiscretion, and her reputation was ruined.

He casually started re-buttoning his shirt and asked, “Explain what?"