Erica looked at the villa and said, "Rhea and I just arrived at the gate of the villa. We haven't gone in yet."
Matthew was about to answer when he heard a man's voice co over the line. "Erica, Rhea, I'm leaving now! Go get so good rest!"
"Okay, thank you! Bye!" That was Erica. Though she had reflexively covered the speaker with her hand, Matthew was still able to hear and discern that it was a man who had spoken to her.
anwhile, Watkins was about to get into his car, but stopped as though he'd suddenly rembered sothing. Seemingly not noticing that Erica was on the phone, he ca over and told her, "You know, I've always wanted to invite you to dinner, but I never got the chance. Now that we've friended each other on WeChat, I'll contact you and invite you to a proper dinner soti soon."
Holding her phone low beside her body, Erica answered, "Okay. But look, it doesn't matter if you're too busy..."
"No, I'm not busy. I haven't had many classes to deal with lately," he said quickly, and then broke off. "Look, we should both be going. It's too cold outside, and it'll be colder tomorrow. Rember to dress warm!" Saying this, Watkins half-raised his arms as though to give her a hug goodbye. However, he rembered that she was married and thought better of it.
Erica pretended not to notice and smiled at him pleasantly. "Oh, I will. Thank you, goodbye!"
Watkins turned and hurried off, leaving Erica to breathe a sigh of relief. Rembering that she was still on the phone with her husband, she brought it back up to her ear. "Hello, Matthew, haven't you gone to bed yet?"
For a mont there was only silence. Fearing the call was disconnected, Erica glanced at the phone's screen to find that it wasn't. "Hello? Are you busy now?"
Matthew's voice ca through at last, cold as the air. "No, I'm not. Who's that you were just hanging out with?"
Erica shivered and held onto Rhea's arm as they started toward the villa. "I was with Rhea and Hyatt," she answered.
"What did you do?"
"We went shopping, had hotpot and hit a bar. Then we ca back," Erica answered honestly.
"Who drove you back?" asked Matthew.
"Oh, it was Watkins!"
There was another uncomfortable silence. Then Matthew continued, "Did you drink together?"
"Yes," she told him. "Rhea and I had so beer and a cocktail. We're not drunk! Don't worry!"
Her cheery, l
gone to Champion Group to look for Tam before, she wouldn't have known that Watkins' family had anything to do with the company.
A mont passed. Erica was also browsing the WeChat Monts, trying to check Watkins' updates, but she couldn't find his account. "What's Watkins' na on WeChat?" she asked.
She rembered that she had changed his alias to his real na when she friended Watkins on WeChat. Why couldn't she find his account now?
"His WeChat na is an emoji. Haven't you changed his alias?" asked Rhea.
"I'm sure I have, but I can't find it now!" Erica searched her contact list twice without success.
She entered Watkins' account yet again and found that it was not in her friend list.
Erica went to friend Watkins on WeChat again and murmured, "What the hell?"
At that sa mont, Matthew, who was still abroad, was leaning against the headboard and staring at his laptop screen. He had been monitoring Erica's WeChat all this ti, and did not miss when she sent a friend request to Watkins again.
It was a simple matter for him to block the friend request from going through.
A mont later, he received a ssage from his wife. "Matthew, are you asleep?" she asked.
Matthew calmly picked up his phone and replied, "Not yet."
A ssage ca back. "Let ask you a question. Were you angry just now?"
He felt a little helpless. Was it because he didn't show his anger clearly, or because she was just slow to react? "What do you think?" he asked.
"I don't think you're narrow-minded. Watkins and I are just normal friends. You know that, right?"
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