When Matthew was about to change his clothes in the walk-in closet, he could hear his wife muttering, "Why the hell would I even bring this sketch back?"

He didn't know what to say. 'Is she irritated because the sketch was from Phoebe or is it because of the person she had sketched?'

However, there was absolutely no difference as to whether it was about the sketcher or the sketch itself. Either way, she was disgusted and annoyed by the picture.

Thinking of this, he turned around and held Erica in his arms. Judging from her furrowed eyebrows and pursed lips, she seemed to be thinking deeply about something. "How annoyed are you?" he whispered.

"Very annoyed," she snapped.

Caressing her face, Matthew warned, "Watch your words."

'Watch my words?' Erica shook off his hold, and her face turned bright red from the warning. She had been holding back her anger this entire time, and her husband had the audacity to tell her off. "Watch my words? Back then, you wouldn't even allow me to take a picture of you! And yet Phoebe made a sketch of you! You're being unfair!" she yelled.

"I didn't allow her to sketch me," he tried to explain, but it seemed that the misunderstanding created a wider gap between them.

"Don't you lie to me! Who would dare sketch you without your permission?" Hell, she didn't dare take a photo of him without his permission.

The more she thought about it, the more irritated she felt. 'I know that I probably couldn't measure up to Phoebe, but this is just too much!'

Matthew stretched out his arms to wrap around her waist. He pulled her into his arms. "Don't move. If you do, you'll face the consequences."

'Damn him! He even dared to threaten me? What an ass!'

"I really didn't know when she sketched me," he protested. Debbie was right. Erica was like a can of coke. If shaken, she would explode in whirling rage.

The sincerity in his eyes made her pause. She stopped struggling under his hold. "Really?" she asked doubtfully.

"Really!" He nodded.

'That's more like it!' she thought triumphantly. Erica didn't bother to tell him her plans to

or a lifetime. From now on, this promise holds legal effect. Signed by Erica Li."

Erica wrote it down just as he had said and read it carefully to see if she had spelled anything wrong.

Seeing as there wasn't any, she pushed the piece of paper towards him. "It's your turn."

He took the paper from her hands and shrugged. "I always keep my words," he stated. "Since I've already said it, I'll do it." Unlike her, he wasn't going back on his word anytime soon.

"Isn't that unfair?" she demanded. Erica held his hand and forced him to write his own letter of commitment.

'If he does something wrong one day, at least he'll know the consequences.'

Seeing that he was being held against his will, Matthew had no other choice but to write down the promises that he had just told her.

At last, the two of them signed their names in both letters. Feeling that something was missing, she grabbed her lipstick from her bag and rubbed it all over his thumb. Raising her chin, she said, "Press your fingerprint."

He was rendered speechless. This was the first time he had ever seen such a thing happening! In fact, he had never met anyone who had doubted his words.

Erica handed her signed letter of commitment to him. "Let's exchange. You'll keep mine, and I'll keep yours." It was an awesome feeling. Matthew Huo, one of the richest men in the world, was already wrapped around her fingertips.