Chapter 182: Chapter 182



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Dolores didn’t close the door to her room. She had drawn a lot of drafts, feeling tired.

Therefore, she lay down on the desk to rest. Unconsciously, she fell asleep.

Charles slightly calmed her movements to manage the wheelchair. When he approached the bed, he discovered that Dolores was sleeping. Reaching out, he picked up an eraser from the tray table. The strokes on the paper were delicate and fluid. He could see that it was only a sketch, but its conception and design made him understand at a glance what she wanted to express.

He could tell it was very professional.

Looking at her, he wondered if she would be a fashion designer.

ɢ𝓪𝓵𝓷𝓸vє𝓵𝓼.co𝓶 for more Reading “Young Master, she is a fashion designer.” Amelia interjected. Seeing that he was looking at Dolores’ project, she went over to take a look. Indeed, Dolores was not lying. Otherwise, how else could she be able to draw such an impressive sketch at random?

Charles looked a little annoyed, as if it was because Amelia was talking too loudly.

Immediately, Amelia lowered her head, pursing her lips in complaint. It was not her intention to wake Dolores. She instinctively explained it to her when she saw that she was looking at that drafts.

“Amelia, you can’t be so restless in the future.”

Amelia lowered her head. “I got it, Young Master.”

“Hmm-”

In her nap, Dolores faintly heard someone speak. Frowning, she gradually opened her eyes.

“Did we wake you?” Charles looked at the sleepy woman who had just awakened.

Dolores raised her hands to rub her eyes. As soon as she did, she discovered that her arms were numb. “Hiss…” she was not comfortable.

“What happened, did your arms go numb?” Charles held out his hand. “Is it this arm? Let me rub it for you.”

Dolores suddenly withdrew the arm he grasped. With a gesture, she declined, “No, thank you. I can rub it myself.”

As she spoke, she continued to rub the numb arm vigorously so that it would recover as soon as possible.

Charles withdrew his hand without changing his expression. He was not angry that Dolores was hiding from him. Instead, he asked her, “Do you like it?”. Dolores didn’t understand what he meant first.

When she saw the fish tank set up next to the head of the bed, she understood what he meant. She nodded her head perfectionistically. “They’re quite rare.”

Charles set the eraser down on the tray table. Withdrawing his hand, he said, “As long as they can amuse you, they’re pretty lucky.”

Dolores lowered her head and pretended she hadn’t heard what he said. She put the drafts away. “I drew them at random.”

“Well, you’re pretty good at it. I suppose you must be a well-known fashion designer,” although it sounded like he was asking her, she said quite affirmatively.

“Not really.” Dolores didn’t want to expose too much information to the man.

She knew nothing about this man who seemed kind and gentle.

After all, he must not have been a simple man as he could act as the tyrant of a locality.

“I believe in what I have seen.” Charles was very sure.

Dolores put the drafts face down on the tray table. Obviously, she did not want to discuss this subject any further.

Charles was quite intelligent and level-headed. He changed the subject immediately. “You must feel very bored staying in the house all the time.”

Dolores shook her head. “That’s all right.”

“Shall I show you around the house?” Charles smiled.

He kept a faint smile on his face all the time.

Dolores almost refused, but thinking she could familiarize herself with the surroundings if she went outside, she agreed.

“But my foot…” Dolores was in a dilemma. She couldn’t walk because of her injured foot. She didn’t want to be a cripple. She hoped her foot would recover soon and she could go home as soon as possible.

“Let me help you up.” Charles held out his arms.

“Miss Flores, please let me help you.” Amelia immediately went over to help Dolores up, fearing that she would agree to take Charles’ arm. “I can walk. Miss Flores, it’s more convenient this way.”

Dolores certainly knew Amelia’s purpose: she did not want Dolores to physically touch Charles.

She was only too happy to do Amelia a favor. Therefore, she took Amelia’s arm. “Good. Amelia, please help me up.”

Charles glanced at Amelia without saying anything. Then he wheeled his wheelchair toward the outside.

He looked back at Dolores. “Let’s go to my study first.”

His bedroom and study were both on the second floor, not far from the room Dolores was in. They arrived after taking a few steps. She pushed the door and went in first.

Amelia helped Dolores in. Charles said, “Put her in the chair. You can go now.”

Amelia wanted very much to stay here, but obviously, Charles wanted to send her away.

Although she was reluctant, she dared not disobey Charles.

She could only help Dolores to a chair and left the room. Before closing the door, she glanced at Dolores.

She wanted to tell her not to worry because she was not in love with Charles.

That way, Amelia could rest assured.

However, she could not utter those words in Charles’ presence, so Dolores kept silent.

After closing the studio door, Charles walked over to the desk and seemingly asked at random, “Have you systematically studied the drawings and paintings?”

“Not really, no. I went to a fashion design college, which required knowledge of drawing. It’s just a foundation,” Dolores replied loosely.

However, she was more attentive to him. He was quite intelligent, and could lead her to discuss the topics she wanted with ease.

Charles smiled. “Do you like to read?”

“Occasionally.” She didn’t have much time for reading. Occasionally, she read books related to fashion design.

“I like to read.” Charles’s tone was significant. “I can’t walk and I don’t have many friends. Only these books could keep me company.”

Although he disguised it quite well, Dolores could still sense the disappointment and depression in his tone.

After all, everyone would be worried if she couldn’t walk.

Dolores’ gaze rested on the shelves behind the desk. The shelves were made of red sandalwood. They took up the entire wall, covered with rows of books.

Dolores had never heard the names of many books.

“This book is my favorite.” Charles pulled a book from the last row. It had a blue cover and was a thick book. He handed it to Dolores. As he did so, he carelessly knocked over a picture frame that was on the desk.

Dolores intentionally did not look at the picture in the frame. However, with one glance, she couldn’t move her gaze at all.

It was Victoria Forbis.

Matthew’s stepmother.

She wondered why Victoria’s picture would have appeared on Charles’ desk.

What was the relationship between them?

His mind was a jumbled mess and he couldn’t figure anything out at all.

Charles secretly studied the change of expression on Dolores’ face. Sure enough, as soon as she saw the woman in the photo, her expression changed.

Then she looked back down at her wrist. He picked up the frame and looked at the woman in the photo. In the photo she was wearing a jade bracelet.

Based on Dolores’ reaction, Charles had confirmed his thoughts.

“Who is she?” said Dolores.

She felt very strange.

How could Victoria’s picture be here?

Charles continued by handing her her favorite book. “You can read this one when you have time. It’s quite interesting.”

He deliberately avoided the subject.

Although he purposely tested Dolores to see what she would react to seeing the photo to confirm his guess, he didn’t want to discuss it with her.

Dolores shot him a glance. She sensed that he was treating her so well because of Victoria.

“Why, don’t you like my recommendation?” Charles’s hand didn’t pull back. He was still holding the book, trying to hand it to her.

Dolores took the book out of politeness. “Thank you. I’ll read it in full.”

As she spoke, she looked at the frame that had been set in place. Then she looked at Charles. “Amelia told me you’re the only one left in your family.”

Charles’ expression changed slightly. Then he looked normal again. With a slight smile, he said, “Yes.”

His answer was simple and clean. He said nothing more.

Dolores knew he intentionally wanted to avoid the subject.

Knock. Knock.

They heard knocking at the door. Amelia was standing in front of the door. “Excuse me, Young Master and Miss Flores. It’s time for dinner.”

“Come on.” Charles approached her in the wheelchair and held out his arm. “Take my arm.”

Dolores did not do so immediately. After a hesitation, she said, “I’ll ask Amelia to help me up…”

“Are you turning me down? Don’t you think it’s inappropriate to embarrass the man who saved your life?” Charles raised his eyebrows slightly, smiling. However, his words sounded quite aggressive, making Dolores unable to resist.

Dolores reached out to grab his arm. Even though he was sitting in the wheelchair, Dolores could feel that he was quite strong. Surely he kept exercising all the time.

Charles looked delighted as he maneuvered the wheelchair. When they reached the door, Dolores reached out to grasp the knob, pulling the door open. Amelia was still standing in the doorway. Seeing Charles help Dolores up, she immediately reached out her hands.

Before she spoke, she saw Charles’ warning look. She withdrew her hands in disappointment, turned and walked away.

Arriving at the dining room, Charles pulled Dolores’ chair close to her. “This is the first time we’ve had dinner together.”

Dolores smiled. However, she inwardly grumbled at him, “We haven’t known each other very long or for very long, at least.”

Amelia served the dishes. From time to time, she threw glances at Dolores. In her opinion, Dolores was really pretty. No wonder the Young Master treated her so well.

“Amelia, I asked you to make the bone soup earlier, did you cook it?” Charles put the napkin in her lap gracefully.

“Yes, I have. I’ll get the soup right away,” Amelia replied respectfully.

“I’ve heard that bone soup would help your ankle recover, but I’m not sure that’s true. Drink more soup later,” Charles said.

“Thank you very much.” Dolores didn’t act too enthusiastic or too cool. She looked and spoke appropriately.

Compared to her, Charles was more enthusiastic.

He smiled and commented sincerely, “A smart woman is not very favorable.”

Dolores looked at Amelia approaching and replied with a smile, “I really can’t let others favor me. I’m afraid my two children would not be happy about it.” Charles was taken aback. He realized that she was implying that she already had children.

However, she looked quite young.

Amelia was more surprised than Charles seemed. She couldn’t believe that Dolores had children.

She felt very excited and quickened her steps. There was water sprinkled on the ground. Excited, she stepped in it without paying attention and slipped. The bowl of boiled soup spilled. She made a tilted arc in the air and sprayed it toward Dolores.

“Watch out!”

Before the boiled soup was about to land on Dolores’s body, Charles pushed his wheelchair back and powered it quickly past Dolores. He then hugged her to prevent the soup from splashing her. As a result, all the soup spilled onto her back.

It was probably too hot, she groaned.

“Young Master!” exclaimed Amelia in fright.

Dolores came to her senses as she heard her exclaim. Looking up at Charles, she asked, “Are you all right?”

Charles looked up and smiled slightly at her, “I’m fine.”

However, Dolores didn’t think he was fine because he spoke in a lower voice than usual. He pretended to be calm.

“Amelia, call the doctor. Hurry,” she said.

“Okay. Okay. I’ll go make the call.”

“Are you worried about me?” Charles was still in the posture of hugging her protectively. Now, his eyes were lit up .

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