Take My Breath Away

Chapter 1253 Dear Matthew

"Hey, what are you laughing at? Be serious! Ten-hut!" Gifford commanded. 'Is Chantel not afraid of me either, just like Rika?' he wondered in confusion.

Upon hearing this, Chantel stopped smiling and stood straight with her back against the wall.

"What did you do after you met with Rika?" Gifford continued after a brief pause.

Looking him in the eye, Chantel answered honestly, "Oh, we went to eat wontons. Afterwards we booked a hotel room and went straight to bed."

Gifford remembered that the two girls didn't know each other's identity until he entered the room just now. "Are you telling me that you two strangers went to eat wontons together? And then shared a hotel room?" he asked, raising his eyebrows. 'Is Erica a fool or is Chantel too bold?' he thought to himself.

Chantel immediately shrank back in fear, frightened by the anger in his tone. "Erica is not a bad person."

"I know she is not a bad person. It's just that she has an innate ability to get herself into trouble. I don't want you hanging around with her in the future. She's a bad influence; stay away from her!" As the saying went, "One who has been in the company of wolves will learn to howl." He didn't want Chantel to follow Erica's bad examples.

Chantel, however, felt differently. "Although Erica is a little naughty, she is kind-hearted and generous from the bottom of her heart."

Gifford looked up at her and snorted in laughter. "Wow, you've only known each other for a few hours. I can't believe that you are actually defending her already! What did Rika do to you to make you side with her? Tell me the truth! What did she tell you in the bathroom just now?"

"Well...she told me to take good care of her parents after I go back to A Country. Then we exchanged our contact information. That's all." Chantel decided not to tell Gifford what she was planning on her mind.

If Gifford could be fooled like this, his title of the God of Warriors would be a complete waste. "If you don't tell me, I will..."

Crack! Suddenly, the door burst open.

Chantal's face almost instantly formed a frown when she saw Erica come out. "Rika, please tell your brother what you told me in the bathroom earlier. Tell him that you wanted me to take good care of Uncle Wesley and Aunt Blair! Your brother doesn't believe me..."

Erica wa

' and 'dear Matthew, ' but you never call me like that when you don't. You're such a hypocrite."

'He figured it out!' The smile on Erica's face froze. "I know I was wrong, but it's not my fault. I just want to have a good sleep. That's all..." In the end, Erica felt very wronged.

Ever since Matthew had sex with her for the first time, she had been living a miserable life.

Night and day, he would have sex with her non-stop. In fact, she was starting to wonder whether she was just a breeding tool for Matthew.

Thinking of the marks on her body she had just shown him, Matthew pinched his eyebrows and said, "I can help you this time, but only this time. Do you want to plead for yourself or something else?"

Erica glanced at the man and finally made a righteous decision—she would do something to help her brother. "Can you find me a certain kind of medicine? It's the kind of medicine that..." She whispered something in Matthew's ear for a while and then solemnly emphasized, "Even if she is pregnant, the medicine won't affect the baby."

Matthew was stunned. "You want to use it?" Matthew wondered why Erica would have to use that kind of medicine at all.

"Of course not! It's for my brother! He's already over 30 years old, but he doesn't have a girlfriend yet. I need to do something to help before it's too late!" Erica was very distressed. What if Gifford was unable to find a wife in his lifetime? Gifford had always been good to her. Now that his marriage was at stake, as his sister, Erica felt obligated to help him out.