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 w

ed that Watkins would find a wife like Erica, but he hadn't asked his son to poach her! After all, she was Mrs. Huo.

Matthew's aggressive personality was well-known by everyone. As his son was still alive, Neville understood that Matthew had been merciful for his sake.

Matthew removed his foot away from Watkins' chest, took the wet towel prepared by the bodyguard next to him, and wiped his hands. He sauntered to Neville and said, "Mr. Chai, this is just a lesson for your son. If I see him near my wife in the future, I'm not sure if I'll be forgiving enough to let him live."

Neville nodded before he asked his men to help his son up. When Watkins stood firm, he slapped him across the face and scolded, "Unfilial son! Did I teach you to behave like this? You are my son. You can have any woman you want! Why did you have to covet Mrs. Huo? What is wrong with you?"

Watkins' face had turned sideways with the intensity of the slap. He slowly turned to glare his father. Finally, his gaze fell on Matthew. He stated calmly, "You'd better keep an eye on her from now on. Don't give me a chance. Otherwise, I will fight for her heart..."

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The expression on Matthew's face darkened. He threw the wet towel aside and cursed himself for being gracious toward Watkins! Fury radiated from him as he strode forward.

'Damn it!' Sheffield cursed inwardly. But it was too late for him to stop his brother-in-law. Matthew kicked Watkins before anyone could react.

The two bodyguards who had been supporting him almost fell.