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.

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t 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.