My Heart only Beats for You (Natalie Godfrey) novel Chapter 1313

Erhardt did not think that way.

He just snorted coldly.

Liselle went over towards Erhardt with her knees on the ground as she proceeded to grab onto the end of Erhardt's trousers. "Master, please help Miss Saoirse for once, just meet him one more time. Perhaps Miss Saoirse would give up on him if he refuses it this time."

Erhardt's expression changed slightly.

He could clearly see in a glance that Matthew was a person who was really determined. The results would probably be the same after his refusal the previous time. But Liselle was right, perhaps Saoirse would give up if he asked Matthew once more.

Ten minutes later, Erhardt entered the bedroom where Matthew was in.

Matthew was there lying on the bed, and he was feeling a little dizzy.

About just a minute ago, he felt as if a bolt struck into his head, and soon, his consciousness was slowly getting blurry.

He heard that there were footsteps approaching him as he looked over, yet he could only vaguely see a figure there.

He tried his best to focus, but he couldn't no matter what.

Erhardt stood in front of the window and looked down at Matthew. "William, I would like to ask you once more. Are you willing to marry my daughter?"

"What did you say?" Matthew felt his head getting even more dizzier. He couldn't hear the words the person before him was saying.

Erhardt repeated his sentence.

"Are you willing to marry Selina Whitlock." The words were altered in Matthew's head as such.

Matthew held his breath.

"Selina." He muttered, "Selina."

Erhardt noticed that Matthew seemed to be muttering to himself, and he slowly lost his patience. "William, are you willing to or not?"

"I want to marry her," Matthew uttered that sentence.

A look of astonishment flashed across Erhardt's eyes.

This man had actually agreed to it.

He couldn't believe what he heard.

He strode out of the bedroom.

He wanted to call Saoirse to go over to make a confirmation once again.

In the garden full of lavender, Erhardt found Saoirse.

Just like what Liselle had told him, Saoirse looked so much more gaunt.

Erhardt felt distressed inside.

He held Saoirse's hand and said, "Saoirse, come with me."

He brought Saoirse over to the door of Matthew's room.

Saoirse didn't want to go in.

She stopped in her tracks and said, "Father, I shouldn't go in and disturb William. You should let him have a good rest."

Erhardt said, "Come in with me."

Saoirse refused, "Father, let's just let William have some rest. Let's not go in there."

Erhardt ignored her and directly pushed the door open. "Saoirse, come in with me. There are some things that I need to confirm again."

In the bedroom, Erhardt stared into Matthew's eyes. "William, I will ask you once more. Are you willing to marry my daughter?"

There was a hint of shame on the face of Saoirse. "Father, stop asking him that."

She grabbed her father's hand and was about to leave.

Yet Erhardt just stood there still, with his eyes locked onto Matthew.

"William, Saoirse is here. Are you willing to marry Saoirse as your beloved wife?"

Saoirse felt so humiliated that she wanted to dig a hole on the ground and hide into it so badly.

"Father, I'll feel humiliated to death if you keep doing this," Saoirse said softly.

Matthew's gaze fell on Saoirse's face.

The expression on his face seemed both illusory and hazy.

Perhaps it was because he was really ill and injured, that no one realized the difference in Matthew at all.

Matthew stared fixedly at Saoirse.

Saoirse's face, which was before him, gradually turned into the face of another's.

She was wearing a bright red dress, with her long wavy hair, and her fair cheeks and watery-clear eyes.

It was previously done by the male servants. But it was all different now as Matthew was her own husband.

It was given that she were to do those things now.

Saoirse undid the button of Matthew's clothes.

The muscular chest of the man was exposed before her eyes, and she blushed.

This was the first time that she had actually looked at a man's body so closely.

She held in the embarrassment and continued to undo the buttons.

Her hand was suddenly grabbed onto.

Matthew opened his eyes.

"You are awake," she said while blushing.

Not long after they got their marriage certificate the night before, Matthew fell asleep again. Saoirse didn't bother Matthew and only came over in the morning.

Matthew let go of her hand. "Saoirse, what are you doing?"

"I'm going to help you wipe your body. You fell asleep yesterday, thus I could only wait until morning."

Matthew frowned. "Thank you for your kindness, Saoirse. But it's inappropriate for you to do this."

An astonished look appeared in Saoirse's eyes.

"William, we are both husband and wife now. How is this considered inappropriate? We are married."

Matthew frowned even deeply. "Husband and wife?"

He couldn't seem to understand Saoirse's words.

She took out their marriage certificate anxiously. "We are married, William. The notary has testified for us yesterday. Have you forgotten everything already?"

Matthew looked at the marriage certificate in Saoirse's hands, and he felt as if he was struck by lightning.

Some vague thoughts ran across his mind.

Matthew felt that the blood in his body had almost solidified.

He suddenly remembered that he got the marriage certificate with Saoirse the day before, just because he mistook Saoirse for another woman.