He didn't say anything. Based on her IQ, he knew that she couldn't deceive him anyway.
When they got to the bedroom, Erica immediately turned to the bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth. While she rubbed the cleanser on her face, she kept chatting with the man in the next room, “You tore my dress. You must make up for it!"
She really didn't understand Matthew. Why did he have to tear her clothes before making love to her? It was sad to see such a beautiful dress being so easily turned into rags.
"Okay." He was willing to buy her ten dresses if she thought it would make up for the other one.
She turned on the tap and washed the cleanser away from her face.
Looking at herself in the mirror, so fair and clean, she was quite pleased with the result.
The next day, Erica was still asleep when she turned up in the top List of all the search engines on the Internet.
Chantel didn't waste any time when she decided to call Erica to make fun of her.
"You've barely returned to Alorith, but you're already the hottest topic on the Internet! You didn't see it yet, did you?"
“Why am I on the Internet? I was sleeping." Erica yawned.
Suddenly remembering where she was, Erica stretched out her free hand and felt the hard chest of the man lying beside her.
She smiled and moved closer into his arms as she continued to talk to
Chantel over the phone.
Chantel chuckled.
"The paparazzi took pictures of Noreen's swollen face after she was stung by the bees, and then they said it was your doing.
According to the press, Noreen had been trying to get her claws into
Matthew and become his mistress to promote herself. But then, you,
Erica, decided to teach her a lesson."
Moreover, the photos of Noreen falling to the floor at the party were also all over the Internet.
Despite Noreen's efforts and money to have all the latest news related to her removed from the websites, it was too late. People had already reposted and commented on the news. She had spent millions of dollars and yet, it didn't have much effect.
Only then did Erica realize that she might be in trouble.
Her eyes flared open, and then she looked at the man apparently still asleep on her side. She poked him in the chest, but there was no response.
Sitting up in the bed, she whispered, “Then I'm in great trouble, aren't I?"
“What are you worrying about? It was Noreen who was trying to become
Matthew's mistress. She's the one in a tight spot. It comes as no surprise that you, as Matthew's legal wife, would want to teach her a lesson!"