NovelEnglishErica pouted, but grudgingly drank half a glass of water.
After putting away the water, she still didn't sleep. She kept baiting Matthew, who was wiping her body with a clean towel, into a conversation. "Matthew, I'm so moved. I didn't expect that you would personally take care of me."
Without raising his head, the man answered with feigned annoyance, "I have no other choice." The decision hadn't been a difficult one to make. Right from the beginning, all he had wanted to do was take care of her.
Erica snorted when she heard his reply. Would it be so impossible for him to say something nice for once? "Hey! You know what? The members of the Four Colors are all scumbags!"
Her declaration filled Matthew with satisfaction. "How do you know?" he asked, curious to hear her explanation. If that was the case, then he didn't need to do anything.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Because... all men I can't get will be considered as scums!" Erica laughed out loud and ignored the sour expression on his face.
Matthew's eyes narrowed, and he lowered his voice as he spoke. "Do you want to hear something horrible about them?"
"What? Really?" Erica was reminded of her previous idol, Aaron Gao. Not long ago, he had been ridiculed as a has-been star. He stopped appearing in front of cameras ever since. She rarely saw him anymore.
"Of course. Everyone in the entertainment circle has kept something secret from the public," he said nonchalantly. He didn't want his wife to think about male stars all the time. So, he decided to find female stars or actresses to cooperate with the ZL Group in the future.
Erica shook her head decisively. "I don't want to know! Don't tell me anything!" If things went on like this, she would have no idols left except for Matthew!
The man gazed at her in silence.
"Matthew, you know what? I've envied two types of women in my life. The first is the kind of woman who is very confident and does well in her career. A successful woman who always follows her mood and chooses whether to talk to you or not. And the second is the kind of woman who appears fragile and acts spoiled. People would do anything to protect a woman like that. As for me, I happen to be stuck between these two kinds of women. I'm neither successful nor fragile. Matthew, what kind of woman do you like?"
He raised her chin with one hand and wiped her neck with the other. His intense gaze studied her for a reaction as he said firmly, "Neither." No matter what kind of woman Erica was, he would like her. He wanted her to know this, but he struggled with finding the right words. He liked her. Only her!
"Hump
zy with the medicine that she didn't think too much. She just closed her eyes and continued to sleep.
It was almost noon when Erica woke again. This time, she was in high spirits. Except for a nasal twang when she spoke, all other symptoms had improved.
Later in the afternoon, before leaving for work, Matthew asked her to stroll around the streets near the hotel and not stray too far. He didn't want her to exhaust herself as she was still weak.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShe was obedient this time and just took photos on the old streets nearby.
The streets of this city had a history that dated back thousands of years. The most famous spot was the ancient gate of the city in the southern part.
When she stepped through the ancient gate, Erica found that the alley was filled with shops that sold a variety of goods or souvenirs. The alley floor had been paved with some kind of ancient black bricks. Walking in the alley, Erica felt as though she had been transported to ancient times.
For Erica, who liked to take photos of scenery, this was the best place for shooting. She held the camera and took photos happily.
After a while, she felt a bit tired and thirsty. So, she found a small shop to buy a bowl of red bean soup with taro balls and a cup of bubble tea. It was leisurely to walk along the street while eating these desserts.
She took a picture of the food in front of her and sent it to Matthew. "Matthew, the red bean soup with taro balls is delicious. Do you want me to bring you one?" action
"Who allowed you to eat a smoothie?"
'Huh? Smoothie?' Erica looked at the food carefully. As she had eaten some of the red beans and taro balls, the thick layer of shaved ice beneath them had been exposed. Matthew's eyes were so sharp!
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