Take My Breath Away

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. S

everal 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.

He had never been a good fighter, not even when at optimal health. Now that he was severely injured, he was no threat to Matthew. At the sight of the incoming blow, Matthew tilted a little, and Watkins missed his target.

Watkins would have ended on the floor again if he hadn't supported himself on the wine rack in front of him.

Next to the wine rack sat Sheffield and Harmon. With a glass of red wine in his hand, Sheffield slid his chair back and advised the man next to him, "Uncle, stay away from there, in case blood splashes on you."

Harmon walked to Matthew. "I think it's time to stop. He is going to be in the hospital for nearly half a month," he said as he cast an indifferent glance at the bloody man's injuries.

Neville was already rushing here with his men. As they were both businessmen, Matthew and Neville would invariably meet. There would be serious repercussions if Matthew beat his son to death.

'Nearly half a month? No, it's not enough, ' thought Matthew. "I want him to spend the rest of his life in the hospital," he roared as malice glinted in his eyes. Watkins wouldn't have the chance to see his wife or send her flowers again if that happened.

At this thought, he grabbed Watkins' collar, lifted him, and threw several punches at him.

As soon as the car pulled up outside Orchid Private Club, Neville jumped out. He rushed to the VIP room where Matthew was, but several bodyguards guarded the door.

The bodyguards refused to let them through. "I'm sorry. No one is allowed to enter without Mr. Huo's order," said one of them.

Neville was concerned about his only son's safety, but he couldn't force his way through. Once he calmed down, he called Matthew.

When the phone rang, Matthew was standing with a foot placed on Watkins' chest. He was just about to coerce the bleeding man to swear that he would never see Erica again.

His phone was in Owen's hand. He looked at the caller ID and reported to Matthew, "Mr. Huo, Mr. Chai is calling."

Matthew stood still and ordered nonchalantly, "Let them in."

The moment the door opened, his phone stopped ringing.

When Neville entered, he saw his son on the floor. He was coughing blood and moaning in agony. Neville's heart lurched at the sight, but he had to deal with Matthew first. "Matthew, I'm going to take Watkins back and teach him a good lesson. You don't have to do it yourself!"

Neville had questioned his men to understand what Watkins had done to anger Matthew.

His unfilial son had openly sent roses to Matthew's wife. He deserved the beating!

He had hoped 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..."

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.