Matthew are welcome to join us." Watkins didn't dare look at Matthew, but stared at Erica.

Erica was excited to hear that they could drink and party. Now this was an evening out! But Matthew didn't Like the way Watkins was staring at

Erica. He quickly answered for Erica, “Thanks for the invite, Mr.

Watkins, but we really can't. We're going to watch the stars after dinner."

‘Eh? Watch the stars?" Confused, Erica looked back at the calm man. Why didn't she know he had that planned?

Caught off guard by Matthew's refusal, Watkins was bewildered for a moment. Then he smiled warmly and replied, "Sounds Like a romantic evening. Then we won't disturb you. See you later, Erica!"

“Okay! Bye!"

Watkins and his friend left first. As he looked back at the couple, a complicated light flashed through Watkins’ eyes. He saw the way Matthew held her, almost like a possession

Matthew had always paid careful attention to his image. He was always alone in public. It was rare to see a woman standing beside him, not to mention one he was holding so intimately.

Nonetheless, he was now holding his wife in his arms, possessively, as if he were afraid someone might snatch her away.

“Matthew seems to Love her a lot!' Watkins thought.

The manager of the restaurant led the Hilton couple to a well-decorated and secluded private room and held the door for them.

“Mr. and Mrs.

Hilton, this is Mr. Sheffield's private room."

“Okay. Thanks." Matthew nodded slightly and walked in with Erica.

Once seated, the couple was treated to a beautiful view of the city at night, even the downtown office buildings of Hilton Group and Theo

Group.

The manager came by to check on them personally before pouring the wine. He asked the waiters to start serving Matthew and Erica.

When they were left alone in the private room, just the two of them,

Erica couldn't wait to ask Matthew, "Are we really going to Look at the stars? Where do we get a good view?"

This was intended as a surprise, a grand romantic gesture. But the way

Watkins was looking at his wife was unsettling. So he showed his hand early.

"The top of Fragrance Mountain," he answered.

‘Fragrance Mountain?' Erica thought for a minute. The name sounded familiar.

"Are you talking about that place that's famous for stargazing? That Fragrance Mountain?"