Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife novel Chapter 1201

Erica realized that she was such a spendthrift. Would Matthew use this as an excuse to divorce her this time?

If he divorced her, how could she ever find another rich husband like him once again?

When Matthew came out of the bathroom, he saw her sitting on the carpet with two boxes in her hands. Her eyes were drowning in some sort of sorrow, and it looked like she was deep in thought.

They had come back home together, so he knew what was going on in her mind. He asked helplessly, "Are you still feeling bad about the money?"

Erica nodded without turning to look at him, "Of course, I am. It was a lot of money. I had never spent so much on gifts before."

"It was just tens of millions. Why do you care so much? Seriously though, how bad would you have felt if it had been hundreds of millions instead?" Matthew asked casually.

Erica's head shot up and she looked at the man in shock. Matthew was in his pajamas already. "Are you telling me that you have given someone a gift worth hundreds of millions?"

He admitted frankly, "The most expensive gift I have given was worth over a billion dollars."

Erica gasped, "You're worse than me!"

Matthew chuckled and explained, "You made the right call. The money you spent on the gifts will not go to waste. The guests at the auction were from the high society of Y City. The husbands of the women you had bought all those gifts for are either rich or very important men. Now that you have bought their wives such expensive gifts, it will be easier for you to approach them for favors some day."

She was silent for a moment. "But I have an omnipotent husband who can do just about anything. He has money, power, good looks—everything a man could ever want. Why would I ever go to anyone else for favors?"

A satisfied grin appeared on Matthew's face and his eyes danced with joy. 'This girl is so good at flattery, ' he thought. "Anyway, it's good to have more friends. So, forget all about that and go take a shower."

Erica sighed heavily and slowly stood up from the floor. "Fine."

After she entered the bathroom, Matthew took out his mobile phone from his pajama pocket and dialed Phoebe's number. As soon as she answered, he went straight to the point. "I will give you three million for the gold bookmark, the butterfly brooch and the crystal leaf. Have them all sent to my villa tomorrow."

No one knew it better than Phoebe why he wanted those three things. Erica had taken a liking to them at the auction.

Phoebe was angry; her hands trembled. She demanded, "I bought those items because I loved them! How could you take them away from me like this?"

She had bought all three items for less than a million. So what if he had offered her three million? It was not money that she wanted.

"And what about you? How could you take those away from someone who actually loved them?" he retorted.

Did she really think that he had just been sitting there idly? He knew exactly what had happened at the auction. Phoebe had felt Erica's desire for those three items and had deliberately competed against her for them. How could he, who was also sitting right next to Erica, not have noticed it?

"She doesn't deserve them! She bullied my sister! Don't I have the right to take revenge on her?"

Phoebe was a little excited and her voice was less calm now.

"No, you don't. How much do you know about what had really happened? I already have someone investigating about what Tessie had done. If I find out that she hurt Erica, don't blame me for what I do to your sister."

Phoebe was stunned.

Why was Matthew in love with Erica now? Why did he not love her? Why? But Phoebe wasn't convinced yet! She refused to believe the truth in front of her.

The next day, around noon, Phoebe arrived at the villa with a paper bag, wearing her maternity dress.

She walked in casually, as if the place belonged to her. The chefs were busy in the kitchen. She sat down in the living room and put the paper bag on the coffee table.

Erica was still in her cartoon pajamas. When she heard the doorbell, she walked to the stairs to see who had come. She stood on the steps and looked down at the woman. "What are you doing here?"