At the same time, she complained in her mind, ‘Don't pretend you don't know. Is there someone else who has sketched you before?'

After thinking a while, Matthew asked attentively, "Did you and Phoebe get in a fight?"

"She dared to sketch me without my permission. She must be tired of living. '

“What? Why would you think that?" Erica suddenly smiled brightly.

"I'm an adorable girl that everyone likes. Why would I ever get in a fight?"

The man raised his eyebrows. ‘Well, she's right. She is adorable. So did she push Phoebe around? Probably. After all, she took the sketch. I don't think Phoebe can do anything to intimidate her.*

When Matthew was about to change his clothes in the walk-in closet, he could hear his wife muttering, “Why the hell would I even bring this sketch back?"

He didn't know what to say. ‘Is she irritated because the sketch was from Phoebe or is it because of the person she had sketched?"

However, there was absolutely no difference as to whether it was about the sketcher or the sketch itself. Either way, she was disgusted and annoyed by the picture.

Thinking of this, he turned around and held Erica in his arms. Judging from her furrowed eyebrows and pursed lips, she seemed to be thinking deeply about something.

“How annoyed are you?" he whispered.

"Very annoyed," she snapped.

Caressing her face, Matthew warned, “Watch your words."

‘Watch my words?' Erica shook off his hold, and her face turned bright red from the warning. She had been holding back her anger this entire time, and her husband had the audacity to tell her off.

“Watch my words? Back then, you wouldn't even allow me to take a picture of you

And yet Phoebe made a sketch of you! You're being unfair!" she yelled.

"I didn't allow her to sketch me," he tried to explain, but it seemed that the misunderstanding created a wider gap between them.

“Don't you lie to me! Who would dare sketch you without your permission?" Hell, she didn't dare take a photo of him without his permission.

The more she thought about it, the more irritated she felt. ‘I know that I probably couldn't measure up to Phoebe, but this is just too much!"

Matthew stretched out his arms to wrap around her waist. He pulled her into his arms.

“Don't move. If you do, you'll face the consequences.”

‘Damn him! He even dared to threaten me? What an ass!’

“I really didn't know when she sketched me," he protested. Debbie was right. Erica was like a can of coke. If shaken, she would explode in whirling rage.

The sincerity in his eyes made her pause. She stopped struggling under his hold.

"Really?" she asked doubtfully.