"Huh? She's married? No wonder Dad didn't agree to let you date her. Now I can see why you are unwilling to let her live with you. This is so sad!" Erica exclaimed.
Matthew hadn't expected her to react like this. He had believed that his explanation would help settle her confusion. His expression soured when she didn't understand. Erica, however, didn't notice and continued to ask, "Since she loves you, why did she marry another man? Did she fall in love with you after she got married? Did her husband refuse to divorce her when she told him about her feelings for you?"
"Why would her husband divorce her?"
Matthew's frustration continued to grow. Why was it so hard for Erica to realize that she had misunderstood his relationship with Paige? Unfortunately, it appeared as though no matter what he said, she was unwilling to let go of her misconceptions. Equally, Erica was shocked by Matthew's question. Confusion coursed through her, and she questioned, "She didn't ask her husband for a divorce? Then maybe she doesn't love you."
"Shut up!"
The sudden change in Matthew's temperament scared her a little. So, Erica pursed her lips and stared at her hands.
After a short while, uncomfortable with his silence, she mumbled, "You must be angry because I learned of your secret! But, seriously, the nightgown is beautiful. Are you going to ask her to wear it for you tonight?"
To her surprise, this time, he answered, "Hmm."
This was not the response Erica was expecting. 'Does this mean that I will be home alone tonight?' Excitement coursed through her at the thought.
At dusk, a woman rang the doorbell of the villa. She carried a delicate gift box in her hand.
When Erica opened the door, the woman handed the gift box to her and said, "Mrs. Huo, Mr. Huo bought this for you. He would like for you to wear it tonight. He also asked me to tell you not to go to bed until he returns to the villa." The expression on the woman's face indicated to Erica that she was uncomfortable with this assignment. Matthew had ordered her to bring the item in the gift box to Erica.
When Erica examined the bag, she found that it only had a logo on it. Unfamiliar with the company brand, she frowned as she asked, "What's this?"
"You will know after you open it. Mrs. Huo, if there is nothing else, I will return to the office now."
Erica nodded. "Thank you! Who are you?"
"You're welcome, Mrs. Huo. I'm Paige Shen, Mr. Huo's special assistant. Please feel free to ca
being rude.
You're indeed not bright. I can sense from his tone that he is doting on you. Can't you see that?" Erica was even more confused now. Did Wesley have X-ray eyes? How could he interpret a person's emotions just by reading these cold words? "Dad, I found out that the girl in Matthew's heart is his female special assistant. Unfortunately, she is married, and his love is unrequited!"
"Look at this situation positively. Now, you have the opportunity to consolidate the relationship between you and Matthew so that he can divert all his attention to you."
Erica suddenly felt as though she was competing with other girls for Matthew's love, just like the plot of a TV series about the emperor's women. "Are you advising me to attract the attention of a man who doesn't love me?"
"If you are going to think like this, then I can't help you," Wesley replied.
Erica rolled her eyes at the text. "Dad, don't you know that irresponsible men always say that?"
"If you will not change the way you think, then there's nothing I can do about it."
For a moment, Erica was speechless. 'Okay, you win. I will remember this.' "Wesley Li, when you and Mom are old, I'll take you and my mother out for a drive. Then, I will stop at a busy place, and force you to watch as my mother chats with other men."
Wesley replied calmly, "I've never regretted letting you marry Matthew. It's such a pleasure to see that all you can do is complain to me. You can't leave him even though you dislike him."
Erica sent Wesley a crying emoticon. She was so angry that she burst into tears. No one seemed to understand her, and she felt unloved and helpless.