True Love Waits novel Chapter 1242

Matthew went to Erica's parents' place to pick her up in a chartered jet. So they both rode back in the same plane. When they landed, everyone disembarked. There was only him, Erica, and a few stewardesses and bodyguards on the tarmac.

Since they left the Li family's house, Matthew hadn't said a word to Erica.

He paid her no mind, because the moment he boarded the flight he opened his briefcase and his laptop and began working. He was still working when they climbed in the car, on the way to the Pearl Villa District.

What depressed Erica even more was that he went straight to work that day, without saying so much as a word. He didn't come back to the villa that night.

Erica looked down at her wine-red nightgown, feeling distressed. Her mother wanted her to be intimate with Matthew, to make the first move. Blair wanted grandchildren. But if Matthew wouldn't come home, how could she do that?

Erica waited and waited. She donned the same nightgown four nights in a row, but Matthew never came home. He used to be home every night, barring the occasional business trip. Now, he was nowhere to be found.

Blair called her to make sure she was getting busy, to make certain she hadn't chickened out. It was important to her mom that she did this, and it became important to her. Maybe she'd stop being scared if they finally did the deed.

Erica wasn't about to tell her the truth. This was too embarrassing, and her parents would worry about her. She had no choice but to lie, saying they did.

Blair was so happy. She could finally have a grandson.

Erica felt helpless. Why didn't her mom bug Gifford about having a kid? Why did it always come down to Erica?

Oh, right! Gifford didn't even have a girlfriend. How could he have a baby?

When she remembered that, she made a silent vow to herself to introduce Gifford to some of her friends. Maybe they'd hit it off. Maybe he'd get married. Maybe her mom would stop bugging her for a baby. It had to work, right? Yes! What a brilliant idea!

One afternoon, after class, Erica went to Matthew's office with her camera. When she arrived at the company, Paige told her that Matthew had gone out to have tea with the mayor.

Sitting in the empty office, she took out her phone and sent a message to him. "Sorry, Matthew, I was wrong."

Her life was kind of a mess right now. She was scared to sleep alone in the big villa, and no one sat down to watch horror movies with her.

However, her husband didn't reply to her even when she left the office one hour later.

Eventually, seven days went by, and Matthew still had not come home. Erica and Hyatt attended a meeting of the Photography Association. They had formally joined the organization.

When Erica went onstage to introduce herself, she was surprised to see Watkins sitting in the audience.

He was looking at her with a smile. When he figured out she noticed him, Watkins gave her a thumbs up.

On her first day, there was not much to do there. The chairman took her and Hyatt around to tour the place and meet some important people.

Watkins was one of them. That was when Erica figured out he had a very good reason for being there—he was the director of the public relations department for the organization.

Halfway through, Hyatt had to leave. Something urgent came up at the school.

But the meeting hall was a little far from the school. It was inconvenient to call a cab. Erica asked her driver to take him wherever he needed to go.

After the meeting, Erica got in Watkins' car.

In the car, she played with her camera and said to Watkins, "You must be quite good at this."

"Not really. Our department is mainly responsible for promoting the association, and collecting fine examples of photography."

"I see. What's your major?"