“And he's never had that look before. So, was last night the first time

Matthew slept with his wife?

But no! That couldn't be it! They've been married three months! So how could that happen? Maybe there's trouble in paradise?’ Sheffield wondered.

The smile on Matthew's face only lasted a few seconds before it disappeared.

He didn't reply to Erica's message and continued to talk about the plan, breaking it down and analyzing it, expounding upon facts and figures his team had figured out.

After taking a shower, Erica went downstairs to the kitchen by elevator to find something to munch on. Fortunately, Matthew had arranged a chef to cook for her, so she wouldn't have to do anything when she woke up.

Without caring about her image, Erica casually leaned over the table, waiting for the chef to bring her the food. As she waited, she took out her phone and went to Weibo. She tapped out a status update: “The pure little sheep was finally eaten by the hungry wolf!"

She was somewhat glum when she read the comments on her post. Within a few minutes, some comments she hated had gotten a lot of likes.

A netizen with the user name Miss Flower commented, "Please! Eat me!"

Another user named Mrs. Ximena Post-2000s said, “Mrs Hilton, I'm one of the women of Matthew's harem. Come on! Ask your hungry wolf to eat me!

Just once!"

The remaining comments were similar. ‘Oh, my God!' Erica was so unsettled that she deleted the post in a hurry. It wasn't until then that she realized how many women coveted her husband!

What did Matthew do when he went out? How could he be so skilled at seducing women?

After the late lunch, Erica slowly made her way toward her car. Even though her Legs were sore, she intended to visit the hospital.

At the hospital

Since the Campbell family members had just left, Phoebe, who was exhausted, closed her eyes, and the maid tasked with caring for her, settled in a chair.

Erica pushed the door and entered without knocking.

Surprised by the unannounced visitor, the maid jumped from her seat and asked, "Who are you?"

A charming smile Lit up Erica's face as she pointed at the woman in the bed.

"I'm here to see your Lady."

"Oh!" the maid nodded. She glanced at the young woman again. Why did she feel as though this woman was familiar?

‘Isn't she here to see a patient? Why did she come empty-handed?’ the maid wondered.

Erica ignored the maid's puzzled gaze and sat on the chair beside the bed. As she was in no hurry to wake Phoebe, she quietly observed the woman.

Phoebe's face had lost its pink hue because of the blood loss and the surgery. Her eyes were closed, her breath was weak, and her lips were pale.

She was dressed in a hospital gown, and her slender arms, dull like her complexion, rested by her side. Her manicured fingers indicated that she was indeed from a wealthy family.