“Matthew, Erica," he greeted with a respectful nod.

When he noticed the blank expression on the CEO's face, he glanced at the CEO's wife. She smiled and waved at him.

‘Well... haven't they reconciled yet?’ Owen wondered.

‘It is said that a couple could settle arguments after one night in bed. It seems that Erica needs to improve her ability to placate

Matthew's anger overnight.*

In the car, Matthew read documents as he didn't want to talk to Erica.

She, on the other hand, yawned. She had been playing with her mobile phone for so long that she had begun to feel sleepy. It didn't help that she had woken very early this morning.

It wasn't long before her eyes began to close despite her efforts to stay awake. Soon, her head slumped forward.

Matthew put down the armrest and partition between their seats and held

Erica in his arms just as her head dropped on his shoulder.

In fact, Erica woke the moment she felt his touch. As she knew who was holding her, she pretended to be asleep. She even went so far as to turn over and bury her face in his stomach.

His thoughtfulness and concern for her brought a smile to Erica's face.

It seemed that Matthew was not indifferent toward her!

At this thought, she kicked off her shoes, curled up on the back seat, and reached out to wrap her hands around his waist. She snuggled up comfortably in his arms and fell asleep.

Matthew glanced at the slender, fair arm around his waist, and leaned back against the seat. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he thought, ‘She is so cunning.’

It was almost three o'clock in the afternoon when they arrived in

Skiyton. Matthew had planned to visit the partner company first, but since Erica was with him, he changed the schedule and went to the hotel.

As the room had been prepared two days in advance, the hotel manager guided the CEO and his wife to the presidential suite floor. Owen trailed, not far behind, with their suitcase.

After ensuring that Erica was settled, Matthew rushed off to work.

Still groggy, Erica rested for a while. When she felt bored and couldn't sit still anymore, she texted her husband, who was working.

"I'm going for a walk. Call me when you send someone to pick me up."

His reply was still simple and concise.

"Okay."

After unpacking her camera, Erica hung it around her neck and walked out.

The moment she opened the door, the door to the room opposite theirs also opened.