True Love Waits novel Chapter 1318

As Erica was pregnant, Matthew was gentle while having sex with her. After he was done, he carried her to the bedroom in his arms. She had tear stains on her face.

With a sob, Erica turned her back to the man. She didn't want to talk to him now, not even a word.

Matthew went into the bathroom. When he returned to the bedroom again, he was already dressed.

He stood by the bed and looked down at the angry woman. "Erica, if you accept another bunch of flowers from him, I'll lock you at home for a day!"

'Him? I thought Matthew sent the flowers!' Erica turned and fixed a puzzled gaze on her husband. Her eyes were red from crying.

But before she could voice the confusion coursing through her, Matthew turned and left.

Two bodyguards executed his orders by guarding the door from the time of Matthew's departure to his return in the evening, thus preventing her from stepping out of the house.

At Orchid Private Club

Boom! Matthew viscously kicked a man. The force was so intense that he lost his balance and hit the sofa behind him.

Then, the man slumped to the floor. A painful groan escaped his lips as he placed a hand on his aching chest. When he glanced up, Matthew was tidying his sleeves. Blood slid down the corner of the fallen man's mouth.

Several bodyguards stood beside him, which made it impossible for him to escape the private booth.

In front of the wine rack, not far away, sat two men wearing suits. They seemed to ignore what was happening and leisurely chatted and drank wine.

After he finished adjusting his sleeves, Matthew lifted the man on the floor. Before he could do anything, Matthew punched him ruthlessly in the face.

A crunching sound reverberated in the booth, and blood spurted from the man's broken nose.

Matthew threw him aside and criticized, "How dare you ignore my warning! Mr. Chai, you are really bold!" He couldn't hurt Erica, but he could teach this man, who sent flowers to his wife, a lesson.

Unable to stand, Watkins fell on the floor again. He didn't even have the strength to straighten his arm that had fallen awkwardly on the sofa. After a while, he said with difficulty, "Beating me is useless. Erica doesn't love you. She told me that in person. She was forced to sleep with you!"

'She was forced to sleep with me? How dare he say something like that!'

Of course, Matthew knew that Erica didn't love him, but he didn't know that she had been forced to sleep with him. Anger surged through him at the thought, and he leaned forward, grabbed the bloody man, and pulled him to his feet. Then, Matthew turned and landed a spinning kick on Watkins, who flew backward from the force and landed on the table behind him.

He rolled on the table and finally crashed to the floor.

Feebly, he lifted his trembling hand and placed it on his aching chest. Then he coughed and spat out a large mouthful of blood.

When he cast his gaze upwards, he saw a pair of black leather shoes, followed by a pair of long and straight legs. Finally, Matthew's expressionless handsome face came into view. At this moment, he looked calm, as if he hadn't beaten Watkins.

Watkins gritted his teeth and stood from the floor. Despite his composure and determination, his legs trembled so much that he had to steady himself by holding the mahjong table beside him.

Matthew curled his lips and said sarcastically, "Mr. Chai, I didn't think you'd be able to stand!"

Watkins took a deep breath, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and swung a punch at Matthew.