Mathew had handed over the responsibility of business trips to his special assistants or other senior executives as he wanted to see Erica every day.

“I see.. tone,

" After a moment's thought, she asked, dissatisfaction in her

Why can't I travel alone?"

"It's too dangerous."

"You're right! Okay then. I'll hold you to that promise the next time you go on a business trip!" Erica chuckled as she teased Matthew. She couldn't wait to see the outside world!

“Okay!" Matthew responded.

Erica freed herself from Matthew's embrace and reached for her phone.

After taking a picture of the sky, she posted it to Weibo with the caption, “Life has added cream for me, the Little puff."

Matthew didn't catch a glimpse of her full post. When she clicked on send, he saw the word, puff.

“Puff?" he wondered.

"Yes, all of a sudden I have a craving for puffs!" She hadn't eaten puffs since she had gotten married and moved to Alorith.

Matthew thought for a while and used the same excuse as the last time when he wanted to make macaroons and chocolate for her.

“Gwyn likes eating puffs too..." He was contemplating whether or not to tell her that he could make puffs.

Erica then remembered what Gwyn told her the other day and said, “Gwyn dislikes macaroons. She didn't even know that you could make chocolate.

Didn't you know that?"

A trace of embarrassment flashed across Matthew's face, but he soon recovered.

"I don't know. Maybe I remember it wrong."

"Oh." Misunderstandings could happen to anyone. So Erica didn't doubt his explanation.

As it got colder on the mountain, Matthew took off his suit jacket and draped it on her shoulders. He was only wearing a shirt.

Erica shook her head when she noticed.

"I'm not cold. You wear it." His embrace was warm enough for her

“Just put it on. I'm feeling a little hot!" To prove that he wasn't lying, Matthew unbuttoned his cufflinks and rolled his sleeves to his forearms.

Erica smiled at his gesture. She knew that he was polite. It was only around ten degrees on the top of the mountain. How could he expect her to believe that he was feeling warm? How could he not feel cold in that thin shirt?

At this thought, she reached out and entwined her fingers in his. Then she pulled him closer and wrapped his arms around her waist from under the suit that he had draped around her shoulders. She snuggled closer to him in his arms and acted like a spoiled child.