Watkins to find her a lawyer. As her husband, she didn't even consider asking for his help.

He suddenly looked up to Owen and ordered, "Ask someone to hold off this case!" This case wouldn't continue until Erica came to him for help.

“Yes, Matthew." Although Owen was still confused, he didn't dare to ask anymore. He would just do what he was told to.

That night, when Matthew returned to the villa, Erica was already asleep. He sat on the edge of the bed and stared at her beautiful face.

He pinched her cheek and called out her name, “Erica.”

Maybe it was because of the fact that Matthew had pinched her cheek too hard that Erica turned to the other side.

“Mmph," she murmured.

However, she made no move to open her eyes, so she didn't get to see the angry expression painted all over his face.

Fearing that he would hurt her, he loosened his hand and moved it under the thin quilt, running his fingers all over her body.

In the middle of the night at another villa in the Pearl Villa

District, a man was sleeping soundly with his wife snuggled into his arms. However, the faint smile that had slithered its way into his lips had been interrupted by a phone call.

The loud ringing echoed across the room. Evelyn Let out a muffled groan as she kicked the man beside her, pushing him to answer the call.

Instead of taking his phone, Sheffield only held her even tighter.

Helplessly, Evelyn pushed him away, sat up, and turned on the bedside lamp. When she took his phone, she saw the caller ID. It was Matthew.

‘Why the hell is he calling in the middle of the night?' "Matthew?" She yawned.

“Evelyn, where's your husband?"

“He's sleeping right next to me." She glanced wearily at the man next to her.

"Give me a second. Sheffield, it's Matthew." Sheffield had already woken up a moment ago, but he didn't want to answer the phone.

Now that his wife had placed the phone next to his ear, he had no choice but to take it.

“I hope you have something urgent to tell me; otherwise—"

"How did you do it during the first three months of your wife's pregnancy?" he interrupted.

“What?" Sheffield furrowed his eyebrows.

Impatient, Matthew repeated the question.

Sheffield finally opened his eyes to glance at his wife. Upon seeing her pursed lips and narrowed eyes, he finally realized what his brother-in-law was trying to imply. He groaned.

“Is that why you're calling me in the middle of the night?" he demanded incredulously.