"I see-thank you, Paige," he said.

"Go ahead with your own work."

"Yes, Mr. Matthew." The woman disappeared, leaving Matthew pondering.

“Erica Niugulu..." he said to himself quietly. The more he thought it over, the more he suspected he would have to keep an eye on his wife in the future. She was smarter than she appeared to be, and ran really fast. Where could he find her if she ran away one day?

One afternoon, after class, Erica wanted to go shopping with Hyatt before going back home. But as soon as she arrived at the school gate, she saw Matthew's Emperor car—and that car was hard to ignore.

With a hasty goodbye to Hyatt, she ran up to the car somewhat excitedly. This was very unusual!

She hadn't yet reached the car when Matthew emerged from it and personally opened the back door for her. They both sat in the back seat.

With a sweet smile, Erica Looked expectantly at her husband and asked,

“Why do you have the time to pick me up today?"

Matthew cleared his throat.

“I'm going on a business trip tomorrow. But

I'm not busy this evening, so I thought I'd pick you up and go cook us something at home.”

Erica clapped her hands-she couldn't help herself. ‘Matthew's cooking tonight? That's great!' She cried, “Oh, my! What are you going to make?"

“Well, what would you like to eat?"

“Hmm...anything is okay," Erica said with a shrug.

“How about you make something you haven't made before, and we'll see how it is?"

He paused, then nodded, "Okay!"

Back to the villa, Erica watched TV as usual, while Matthew kept busy in the kitchen.

Unable to stay on an empty stomach, Erica was munching an apple. At the sound of the electric stirrer, she twisted around on the sofa to look into the kitchen.

"What are you doing?" she called.

"Cream," he answered Laconically.

“What? I thought you were making spaghetti," remarked Erica. ‘I'm pretty sure you don't put cream in spaghetti, ' she added silently.

“Well, don't you like cream puffs?" Matthew asked.

*So he's also making puffs?’

Erica put on her slippers and rushed toward the kitchen, only to be stopped at the threshold by Matthew.