Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife novel Chapter 1263

That night, as soon as Matthew stepped inside his house, he saw Erica walking down the stairs, a sweet smile on her lovely face.

She was dressed in a pink night robe, her long hair loose and cascading around her shoulders and down her back. She looked more mature than she usually did.

The smile on her face was far too wide. She looked like the cat who ate the canary. 'I wonder what kind of trouble she's in this time?' he thought. Finally, he asked, "What do you want from me?"

Erica smiled but said nothing. After he changed his shoes, she came over and held his arm. "You must be tired after a long day," she said. "Want something to drink?"

"I'm not tired or thirsty!" he answered. Truthfully, he'd been quite exhausted, but seeing her like this banished all thoughts of rest.

"Okay, honey. Whatever you want. Do you want to go upstairs?" 'After we go upstairs, we can go to our bedroom and have a romantic night, ' she thought.

Matthew wondered if he was imagining things. 'Is she trying to seduce me?' he thought. "Why now? What's the rush?" he asked tentatively.

She blinked her eyes and her smile grew wider. "Well, I thought we could...maybe...get some sexy time!" She had just bought a dozen night gowns, all different styles and colors. She wanted to see how he liked them.

'Now I know something's wrong! I'm not getting mixed up in this!' He pulled her hand away and said, "I'm tired. I'm heading to bed."

The smile on Erica's face froze. 'Yeah, he's tired. Tired of me!

I can't run away from home anymore. I have to be the only one in his heart, ' she thought to herself.

"Okay! Good night." Erica didn't pester him anymore and went upstairs alone.

Matthew was confused by her every move. "Erica!" he called out and stopped her.

She turned and looked at him blankly. "Anything else, Mr. Huo?"

'Mr. Huo?' He hated it when she called him that. She called him "honey" just moments before. It was affectionate and playful. Now she was stiff, cold, and calling him Mr. Huo.

He strode over and scooped her up in his arms.

Erica was alternately delighted and shocked. She patted her chest to calm her heart.

"I thought you weren't going upstairs, Mr. Huo."

"When did I say that?" he asked in reply.

'Fine, he didn't say that. But he said he was tired.' "Didn't you say that you were going to bed? Apparently, you have enough energy for this," she opined.

"Is there a problem? I like holding you," he said.

'Of course not. It feels good in your arms.' She was happy he didn't ignore her completely.

Matthew placed Erica gently on the bed, but she still held his neck with her arms. She pulled him down to her with all her might. For a moment, they could feel one another's breath.

She curled her red lips and undid the belt around her waist with one hand. "Honey, I just bought this. What do you think?"

Her robe fell away, revealing a strapless black nightgown. It barely covered her body, and her fair skin was on full display. Matthew's breath quickened.

Seeing his reaction, she giggled. The nightgown was $1, 000, and it was money well-spent.

Facing the vision of heaven in front of him, Matthew gave in to the moment. He had refused her advances for several days to teach her a lesson. But now, he surrendered to her seduction, and kissed her rosy lips.

Two minutes later, Erica, out of breath, decided she needed to move. She squirmed out from underneath him.

She gathered her long locks, bunched them together, and let her hair go; it spilled down her back. Watching her made Matthew's heart skip a beat.