“Yes, my lord!"

When he heard her joking around, Matthew was no longer in a bad mood.

He asked helplessly, “Do you seriously not care if I have an affair?

That's not Like you!"

Erica wanted to nod and shake her head at the same time. Anger rose inside her. But when she thought about it, she calmed down a little.

Why should she be angry? She did, in fact, discuss the idea of a harem with him. Why should she be mad about something that was her idea?

She looked troubled, and so did Matthew.

After a while, she suddenly slapped her hand on the desk in front of him.

"Matthew!"

The slap was so hard even Matthew jumped. His first reaction was to look at her hand. That must have hurt. Her hand should be red and swollen.

"You must be forgetting something. You're married. Where would you come up with an idea Like that? Who do you think I am? Erica Xitala?" she demanded furiously.

Matthew was confused.

“Why are you pissed all of a sudden?" Hadn't she been calm a moment ago? Where was this rage coming from?

Erica retorted, “I'm made of anger. Didn't you know that?"

Matthew didn't know what to say to that. ‘I get it, ' he thought.

Erica glared at the man and continued, “How could you even think of cheating on me? I feel like a Niugulu!" She was referring to one historical drama where the woman was nice at first, but because of all the betrayal she became a cold, heartless woman.

Matthew, who had never watched palace dramas, was completely confused by her. Why did she call herself Xitala one minute and then Niugulu the next? What did she mean? He was getting upset. This was too much for him to take in.

Matthew massaged his temples.

“I thought you didn't care."

“Who says I don't care? I'm Mrs. Hilton now. If you start going off and having affairs, can you imagine how embarrassed I'd be?"

"So, is this just about your dignity?"

Erica blinked.

"What else?"

Matthew's heart ached.

"Nothing. Let's get some dinner!"