True Love Waits novel Chapter 1183

Hearing how readily Erica had agreed to hand Ethan over to Phoebe, Matthew wondered if Ethan's birth mother was one of the Su family.

There was no way the kid's mother was Phoebe.

He knew the Su family had three daughters. Camille Su was the oldest, and the favorite. Then there was Tessie, the youngest, who was not well-liked. Phoebe was the middle child.

Phoebe had mentioned her sister Tessie spent her senior year of high school studying in A Country. She attended university there as well.

Erica was from that very same region. Erica and Tessie were about the same age, so it made sense that they were friends.

Matthew had a sly glint in his eyes as he thought about all this. He was close to figuring out Ethan's ancestry.

He didn't have to launch a formal investigation to figure this out. He listened to Erica carefully, and step by step he started to listen more to what she didn't say.

Silly girl! Erica was really smart sometimes. Yet, at other times she was so simple-minded that Matthew was afraid that one day someone would sell her off and she'd still be helping him count the money.

Thinking of this, he said deliberately, "I've never seen a mother willing to give her own child away to someone else for revenge."

Erica knew Matthew was right. 'Did I give anything away? How did he figure it out?' "I...I... You...I...I..." Despite her struggle to find an excuse, she failed to find any. Desperate, she blamed Matthew for it. "It's all your fault. You forced me to!"

The man suddenly burst into laughter. "You're really good at passing the buck!"

Looking at his half smile and enigmatic expression, she became even more enraged. "Are you laughing at me?"

Matthew didn't deny it, nor did he answer her question. He raised his hand and took her delicate chin between two fingers. "Remember, from now on, only you and I are allowed in this house. You can't have anyone else over!"

This was his house. Of course, she had to do what he said. Reluctantly, Erica nodded, "Fine!"

Meanwhile, she grumbled inwardly, 'Did he have to grab my jaw while he said that? What a jerk!'

"Tell me what's going on!" Matthew demanded.

She took a different tack. She tried bargaining with him. "Want to know? Fine. Let him leave! Watkins has nothing to do with this." Watkins was innocent. She couldn't get him into trouble.

Matthew cast a cold glance at her and asked, "So where did you go with him?" 'She even put on makeup before she went out, ' he thought sullenly.

"No more questions till I know he's safe and sound!"

"If I hadn't come back tonight, where were you going to let him sleep?"

"I mean it. I'm not telling you a thing. Let him go!"

she refused stubbornly. Matthew did a perfect facepalm. He felt a headache coming on. The man wondered if Erica would piss him off so much that he would suffer an anyeurism and die.

Letting go of her chin, he suddenly stepped forward and drew closer to her. "Will you answer me or not?"

Erica took a step back vigilantly and said stubbornly, "No."

"Really?" He stepped forward again!

She took another step back, and bumped into the table behind her. She was trapped! The edge of the table was digging into the small of her back. "Really!"

Matthew put his slender fingers on her collar, and with a slight movement of his hand, one button of her pink shirt was unbuttoned.

Blushing, Erica covered her exposed flesh. "What are you doing?"

"I think you know," he said in reply, maintaining a graceful manner. Then he suddenly lifted her up and put her on the table, keeping as close to her as possible.