"Matthew, you're absolutely right!"

Gifford was so mad that he spun around in circles with his hands on his hips. Finally, he glared at the hateful culprit and said, "I did bring her home, but I never intended to marry her!" And now that they had sex, he might not be able to escape from his responsibility.

Besides, Gifford was sure that Matthew was also involved in the matter.

That was probably why he couldn't find a single clue regarding what had really happened. He only found out because Erica was so easily deceived.

“Then, you can marry her now!"

“Matthew, you are spoiling this girl to no end! She is going to get you into a lot of trouble if she continues to play around like this!"

Gifford wasn't exaggerating. He absolutely believed in his sister's ability to create trouble.

An unnoticeable smile flashed across Matthew's eyes.

"It doesn't matter. I'm ready to bear any consequences for her." He was also well aware of what his wife was capable of, but he had been prepared to solve all those difficulties for her the day he had married her.

“Aren't you angry with her for running away last night?" Gifford asked, frowning.

Before Matthew could answer, Erica protested loudly, "Gifford, are you trying to sow discord between us?" ‘Gifford is so annoying! Why does he have to mention that now?' she cursed inwardly.

Gifford snorted mockingly at his sister.

"What, now you're afraid? You had the courage to climb over the wall to escape. I thought you were brave enough to do anything!"

Erica endured his words with gritted teeth. She was much more concerned about what her husband might do or say to her.

Matthew cut straight through the siblings’ bickering.

“Of course I'm angry," he snapped.

"I'll teach her a lesson when we get back. But what happened between you and Chantel is another matter. You put your own guard down in front of her and fell easily into her trap! It's your responsibility, and you can't blame Erica for it."

"Oh, fine! Trying to fight both of you will be like banging my head against the wall. I won't forget what's happened today." Not waiting for either to reply, Gifford stormed out. He could see that he was getting nowhere, since Erica's husband was there to stick up for her.

Only the couple was left in the office. Wordlessly, Matthew extracted his arm from his wife's grip, turned away, and sat down in his chair.

Looking at her empty hands, Erica remembered what he had said just now.

Possessed of a girlish joy, she went up to his back and started to massage his shoulders.

“Oh, Matthew, thank you so much!" she cried.

“You're awesome! You're my super idol now!"

Ignoring her flattery, Matthew simply lowered his head and started reading a document that was on his desk.

His face was blank, as it so often was, and the air was thick with embarrassment .