The couple looked at each other. The man was helpless, while the woman was slightly angry. "Matthew Huo, did you do something you shouldn't behind my back?"

Matthew sighed. 'Do I look like I've done something wrong?' he thought to himself. "No!" he said firmly.

"If that's so, then don't try to escape!" Immediately, Erica reached out her hand for his collar.

He tried to stop her again. But once he saw the anger in her eyes, he yielded and let her do whatever she wanted.

'Well, she's going to find out my last secret then, ' he thought.

Matthew stood still, giving Erica the chance to see what was on the collar of his shirt. On her tiptoe, she looked carefully at it and was shocked by what she found.

The woman's expression quickly changed from anger to astonishment. Holding her, Matthew leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. Then, giving it a gentle pinch, he said, "Am I free to go now? I need to head downstairs, the children are waiting."

She didn't know what to say.

Given the opportunity, Matthew tidied up his clothes and walked out of the bedroom next. Erica, on the other hand, stood there in a daze until all of a sudden, something crossed her mind.

Rushing into the closet, she opened the wardrobe where Matthew's shirts were hanging and looked through them one by one. He had at least a few dozens of shirts in there. Most of them were white, while the rest divided themselves into shades of black, light blue, wine red, and so on.

As Erica expected, in each collar, there were two words embroidered: My Rika.

The color of the embroidery thread matched to almost the same shade as the shirt. If she didn't look closer to it on purpose, she wouldn't be able to read the words at all.

With her eyes filled with tears, Erica touched every one of his shirts with trembling hands. The soft cloth melted her heart...

Matthew had never been a sweet talker. In fact, he had always professed the deep love he had for her through his actions.

When she got downstairs, she found the five men of her life waiting for her to have breakfast. They didn't dare to start it without her.

Adkins saw her first. "Mom is here!"

Boswell exclaimed, "Wow! Mommy is so beautiful today!"

Colman patted his brother's head and said, "Idiot, Mommy is always beautiful."

'That's right!' Boswell agreed inwardly.

"Mom, you get more and more beautiful every day!" Damian echoed.

That morning, Erica had her long hair pulled up in a high ponytail as she wore a light pink off-shoulder dress. The dress not only exposed her long neck and sexy collarbones, but it also enhanced her slim waist.

On her right hand, she carried a pair of white high-heeled shoes, and on the left, a light pink handbag with a long white overcoat hanging from her arm. On her beautiful face, she had a natural makeup on to finish her look.

Although her tanned skin had almost returned to its usual complexion, she had also applied a flawless foundation and setting powder, so her skin looked fairer and her whole body illuminated.

Matthew, of course, had his eyes fixed on his wife from the moment she showed at the turn of the stairs.

He had been so mesmerized by her beauty that he had even forgotten to tell the maid to serve their breakfast. When the maid realized the kids were going to get late for school, she reminded him, "Mr. Huo, the breakfast..."

Staring at Erica, who walked towards him, he tapped his fingertips gently on the table and answered absentmindedly, "Yes, bring the breakfast up."

'What should I do if I'm so obsessed with my wife?

Evidently, the answer is I must sleep with her.

But here comes another question. Should I take her back to our bedroom? Or should I have her in the car later? Or in my office? Perhaps I should try every place.'

Matthew felt as if hot stream water ran inside him while he had those thoughts. He was turned on. Silently, he loosened his tie, but his gesture didn't give him away. Instead, he looked even more handsome and charming.

As soon as Erica got to the table, the kids started to move. Adkins rushed towards her and pulled her a chair. "Mom, please sit down!"

Boswell took the meal from the maid and put it in front of Erica. "Mom, please eat first!"

Putting the soybean milk next to her plate, Colman said, "Mom, please have my favorite soybean milk."

After his brothers had done everything they could do to please their mother, Damian felt a little anxious as he didn't know what else to do.

Erica thanked her three sons and then smiled at her anxious fourth child. "Damian, can you help me put my bag and coat aside? Thank you!"

The little boy's gloomy face was immediately replaced by a radiant smile. Fast, he ran over to take the coat and bag from his mother, and temporarily left them in the living room.

Matthew had long gotten used to that scene, which once had made him so envious. By the time the children sat down to have their breakfast, he asked the woman drinking soybean milk beside him in a low voice, "What do you have scheduled for today?" She had dressed up so nicely. Was she meeting someone?

Because if she didn't have any appointments for the day, he would take her straight to the company with him!

As she swallowed the soybean milk she had just drunk, Erica looked at the man tenderly and replied, "My only appointment is to send my children to school and my husband to his work!"

'My husband is so good to me! From now on, I will do my best to be a good wife, ' she thought.

'Send me to my work? Great. That's exactly what I wanted to hear!' With his eyes hovering over her collarbones, he stated, "I don't remember buying you this dress." She looked so lively and sexy in it.

Erica naturally disposed of the yolk from her boiled egg on his plate and revealed, "Evelyn had this dress sent to me from a brand's clothing store." If all her clothes were arranged by Matthew, she would begin to wonder if she was back in the ancient times.

Damian reminded her, "Mom, you've gone back to be a picky eater again. You can't be picky about your food!"

The other three kids were eating in silence when they heard their brother's remark. Casually, they all glanced at her boiled egg. Sure enough, the egg yolk was gone.

"Dad, don't you mind that Mom is a picky eater?" asked Adkins.

Embarrassed, Erica chuckled and explained, "It's just an egg yolk. It's not like I'll grow taller if I eat it. It doesn't matter whether I'm picky about it or not. But you four are still growing up and need to have a balanced diet. You can't be picky about your food!"

The four kids didn't listen to her. Instead, they all looked at Matthew simultaneously. Breaking their expectation, the man answered in a low voice, "Your mother is right."

The children couldn't believe their own ears, but Colman was quick to respond, "Okay. Since Mom is a girl, let's not embarrass her. We'll pretend we didn't see anything!"

The other three thought his brother's words were reasonable enough, so they nodded and continued to have their breakfast.

Erica didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Looking at the children, she said in a spoiled tone, "I'm wrong. I shouldn't be picky about food. I won't do it again. Please don't learn it from me, okay?"

Adkins offered her a lovely smile and replied, "Mom, it doesn't matter. We're going to be late. Hurry up and have your breakfast!"

"Alright!" She began to eat.

After breakfast, the quadruplets carried their schoolbags as they ran out of the house. One after another, they rushed to the black car and got themselves settled in their seats.

A couple of minutes later, they saw their parents walking out of the villa hand in hand.

Staring at the two of them enviously, Colman whispered to Adkins, "Why isn't Dad scolding Mom? He usually frowns at us whenever we run a little late!"

Adkins tilted his head and thought for a moment. "Maybe it's because Mom is a girl and also his wife."

Colman saw his brother's point. After all, if he had a wife in the future, he would spoil her as much as his dad did his mother.