Frightened, Erica quickly squatted down and turned off the cellphone screen light while she hid in the dark.
A couple of minutes later, when she was sure that Matthew was no longer moving, she carefully went down on her knees, crawling to his bedside again, and pressed his lipstick-stained thumb on a sheet of paper.
"Phew!" She successfully got his first fingerprint.
Approaching his face, she took a good look at him and noticed that his eyes were still shut and his breath was even. Fortunately, it didn't seem he was going to wake up anyti soon.
Then she got back to work on getting his fingertip on the second sheet of paper, the third... And finally the sixth! In the end, she got his fingerprint of every sheet.
By the ti she put her lipstick away, Matthew's voice reached her ears. "Are you done?"
"Yes, I am," Erica answered absently at first, but then she widened her eyes in fear and fell on her ass.
The man lying in the bed opened his eyes slowly and t her gaze.
'Oh my God! I'm screwed!' she cried inwardly. Regardless of her things spread on the floor, Erica rushed to her husband and asked smilingly, "Why are you awake?"
'Wasn't he fast asleep? Boo...hoo...'
When he was about to sit up in the bed, Erica quickly reached out and pushed him back on the mattress. "Well, well, it's still early. You can sleep a little longer!"
Matthew stretched out his hand and turned on the bedside lamp. Looking at the guilty woman in front of him, he said, "I'm afraid that if I slept a little longer, you would sell out."
"What? How is that possible? Why the hell would I want to do that to you?" Erica asked with a bright smile on her face. "Honey, you don't have to worry. I'm your dear wife. I would never hurt you!"
He nodded, trying to sit up again. But Erica stopped him imdiately. "Wait a minute!"
Conceding, Matthew lay back calmly. "What were you doing in the middle of the night? Why didn't you go to bed? And what's this?" He showed her his thumb covered with lipstick.
"Well, I saw the lipstick on your thumb and was trying to wipe it for you," she explained.
"Huh!" Matthew suddenly grinned as he thanked her gently, "Thank you, honey. Thank you for all your hard work."
It must have been quite a challenge indeed for her to get up in the middle of the night to clean up the lipstick she had applied herself on his thumb.
"You're welco. Go to sleep now!"
Tired of all that nonsense, Matthew finally sat up and saw so of her tools spread on the floor.
A cellphone, a few A4 sheets o
In fact, he had always known that this day would co. "Did she tell you?"
"Yes."
"I won't go!" Gifford couldn't let Chantel and Erica succeed with their scheming.
But Wesley didn't take well his son's refusal. Enraged, he roared, "What did you say? You brought her back. You must take responsibility for her!" Moreover, with Chantel's pregnancy, the wedding had beco an even more pressing matter at the mont.
If Gifford kept resisting doing as he said, Wesley would have to take him to the Civil Affairs Bureau by force.
"So what if I brought her back? Who said that I have to marry her?" Gifford retorted. If he had known such logic existed among these people, he would never have brought her back in the first place.
This ti, not even Blair was at her son's side. "It's not because you've brought her back that you should marry her. You have to take responsibility for sleeping with her."
Gifford sneered, "Mom, Dad. We're in the twenty-first century. This isn't the ancient tis anymore. Chantel and Rika should've thought that I wouldn't take responsibility for their wicked plan before they did anything."
'Chantel and Erica didn't care about the consequences when they did this. But now that I don't want to marry Chantel, they involved the elders in it so they could force ! How shaless these two are!'
In fact, Gifford didn't mind being responsible for Chantel, but he was angry at the two girls for tricking him. This episode would certainly be rembered as the biggest mistake of his life!
"Rika? What does she have to do with it?" Wesley asked. He was both confused and in shock.
Gifford imdiately shut his mouth. 'Damn it! Did I just spill the beans?'
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