True Love Waits novel Chapter 1147

The moment Matthew appeared, his menacing aura made the man's arrogance deflate. With a better attitude, the man asked, "Who are you? Why do you care? She can't even drive. Why are you continuing to argue—"

The man immediately shut his mouth and looked away when he met Matthew's cold stare.

Matthew walked over to Erica and held her in his arms. Then he shot an icy glare at the middle-aged man and said flatly, "This is my wife. And you are the one that bumped into her. Don't you have brakes? My wife was driving at 20mph, and you still bumped into her car. Whose fault is that? Stand there and wait for my assistant. He'll be here soon."

After saying that, Matthew ignored him. Instead, he turned to look at the younger man beside him and said, "So, based on what you told my wife, I think I should pay for your car." Matthew pulled out his checkbook and scrawled something on a check. Then he tore it out and handed it to the young man. "Three million should cover it. You can leave, if you want."

The young man looked at the check in shock. He reached for it timidly and checked the amount. One zero, two zeros, three zeros... It was indeed three million!

His car was worth 2.4 million dollars. He could make six hundred grand out of this. That would be totally awesome!

He kissed the check out of glee. "Okay! Thank you!" The boy took the check and left without hesitation.

When he saw this, the owner of the Volkswagen had misgivings about how he acted. If he'd just taken the money and left, he'd be fine. Now he wished he had been nicer. Things would have gone better for him.

Owen Jian, Matthew's personal assistant, arrived very soon, faster than the officials with the insurance company. He also brought a lawyer with him.

He trotted over to Matthew and said, "Mr. and Mrs. Huo, the car's ready. You can go home if you want. I've got this."

Matthew reminded him, "I solved the problem with the Mercedes owner. This man owns the VW. Be careful."

When he heard that, Owen Jian was confused for a second, and then he got his boss' point. "Okay, Mr. Huo. Don't worry." Clearly, the middle-aged man had offended Mr. Huo.

Casting a cold glance at the middle-aged man, Matthew left, holding Erica in his arms.

They walked over to a shiny black car. It was a Bentley Flying Spur, a high-end luxury car. The driver held the doors for them as the pair climbed in. Erica was amazed at the amount of leg room. Matthew seated Erica behind the driver, and the young man himself sat behind the front passenger seat. That seat was better as Matthew was tall, and the passenger seat could move forward if necessary. The driver was the manager of the Orchid Private Club. Owen Jian called in a favor, and the manager delivered. After greeting them, the manager drove them back to the villa.

At home, Erica dragged her feet, wondering if she should follow Matthew. She watched him go upstairs.

Pursing her lips, she decided not to follow him. After changing her shoes, she sat in the living room and turned on the TV.

She found a horror movie, 'Vampire Cleanup Department, ' and began watching it half-heartedly.

A few minutes later, Matthew came downstairs. He had changed into his pajamas and asked Erica, "You hungry?"

Hearing that, she pursed her lips again. 'Did it just now occur to him to ask me whether I had dinner or not?' She answered angrily, "I lost my appetite."

Casting a glance at her, he asked, "So, Western or Chinese?"

"Neither!"

"Okay...noodles or sauteed dishes?"

"I said I wasn't hungry!" His words still stung!

Matthew had been making his way to the kitchen. Hearing her, he returned and switched off the TV with the remote control. "Eat first. I'll DVR it so you can watch it later."

Erica snatched the remote control from his hand, and angrily turned on the TV again. "I don't want to eat! I don't want to watch the movie later, either. I'm comfy right here!"

At this moment, Matthew really didn't know what to do with her. Pinching his eyebrows, he asked in an exasperated voice, "What do you want?"

"I don't want anything! Hyatt and I were going to eat hot pot. We didn't even have time to order from the restaurant because your assistant called and asked me to pick you up! You forced me to drive, and you didn't even give me a chance to explain. Why did you blame me for the accident?" Erica blurted out everything she had a problem with.

"I wasn't blaming you," he answered curtly.