Mathew was standing in front of the sink. His cuffs were rolled up to his arms and his white shirt was tucked into his suit pants. His slender legs were encased in the suit pants and the smooth line outlined the curvature of his hips connected to his crotch. She had broad shoulders and a narrow waist. Her physique was totally perfect and flawless.
Dolores looked at the scene behind her arm and saw that she was surprisingly doing laundry.
It was Simonaâs skirt, which had been stained by the vegetable soup during the meal.
Dolores had never seen him do this. He had someone to arrange food, clothing and lodging for him, how could he need to do it himself?
At the moment, however, he was doing his daughterâs laundry.
This feeling was very subtle.
In a trance, he surprisingly felt that this was what a home should be like.
Ordinary and warm.
As soon as she thought about it, she walked in and approached him to hug him from behind. Her face pressed against his broad back, âAre you a heartless person or a loving person?â.
This sudden hug made Matthewâs body stiffen for a moment. But, he quickly returned to normal.
He ducked his eyes down to look at her hands, which had hooked around his waist. Instantly, his eyes sparkled with a pleasant sensation, but he stifled his voice, not showing his emotion, âWhy do you ask this?â
Dolores did not hide from him, âI heard Armand say that Maria has been locked up and has no chance of getting out for the rest of her life. It was you who did it.â
When his words reached this part, he paused slightly. He thought about what he should say next, âAnyway, if she was ever with you, can you really treat her so cruelly?â
Matthew seemed not to have heard Doloresâ words. He concentrated on washing his daughterâs clothes.
It wasnât that he hadnât heard her. He just didnât want to explain.
He had given Mary many chances, but she pushed the limit of his patience time and time again.
She had deceived him and had used trickery and trickery. It wasnât because he believed in her, but he still remembered that he had saved her once.
But what was wrong with her?
What had he done?
Dolores bit her lips. There was a row of deep teeth marks on her pink lips. She hoped Matthew would explain to her that there was some reason for doing it and that he wasnât such a ruthless person.
âDonât you have anything to say to me?â
âWhat do you want me to tell you?â
Matthew turned around. Two buttons on the collar of his shirt were undone. His solid chest could be vaguely seen. When he bathed Simona, his shirt got wet. The wet fabric clung to her skin and when he approached her and looked at her, his intense aggressiveness overwhelmed Dolores. Dolores couldnât help but turn her head. She dared not look directly into his eyes because his eyes were too seductive.
Doloresâ lips twitched, âIs it that you are also going to treat me this way for other women in the future?â
Although the reason he treated Maria was because of her, Maria had been with him. He could completely ignore their previous relationship and be ruthless with her. What was the difference between him and Randolph, who could abandon his wife and children?
He had seen his motherâs failed marriage and his fatherâs cruelty. Because of this, she was always a little insecure about the love relationship.
She was sensitive and suspicious about it.
Mathew frowned. His eyes glittered and then he looked into her eyes, âIs that how you think of me? In your mind, am I such a person?â.
Dolores averted her gaze, âI donât know!â
âHeh.â He laughed. Without any sign, he pushed her back and pressed her against the wall. Before Dolores could react, his body moved forward and pressed against her soft body and her body was fully pressed against the wall.
She was cold, but felt warm from his burning body.
âWhat, what are you doing?â
The nervousness and uncertainty in her tone at this moment could not be hidden.
Matthew lightly kissed her forehead and then, reached down and kissed her lips. There was no space between their lips and they were closely pressed together. There was a slight taste of wine in her mouth. It wasnât intense, but it was addictive. His tongue tangled with hers and stimulated the root of her tongue. This kind of deep kissing caused great pain and was more like punishment. It hurt Dolores so much that her facial features contorted. His hands slapped her shoulders hard, âIt hurts, let go quicklyâ¦umâ¦â
Probably because her movements were too intense, her body brushed against the private part of him that was placed against his waist and she could obviously feel the change there. Her expression changed abruptly, âMatthew, you son of a bitch, get off me now!â.
Her Adamâs apple bobbed up and down several times. Her lips gently pulled away and her thick, long eyelashes brushed the corners of her eyes. She felt tingly and itchy. Dolores shivered slightly.
He spoke next to her ear, âIf you question me one more time, I will punish you one more time in this way.â
Deliberately he moved even closer to her and said mockingly, âDoes that seem fair to you?â.
Dolores didnât dare move an inch, didnât even dare to breathe. Her whole body tensed and she was afraid to stimulate him.
Matthew smiled and did not continue to tease her. He asked in a low voice, âDid you drink after I left?â
Doloresâs eyelashes quivered, âYou didnât know?â He raised his eyebrows, what did she mean?
âIt seems Boyce and Armand have realized there is something wrong with our relationship and have deliberately made me drinkâ¦â
Matthewâs lips twitched. He held Doloresâ body in his arms, âIn the future, be nicer to me in front of them.â
If they knew Dolores wouldnât allow him to touch her.
They would surely laugh out loud.
Dolores also wanted to give the two children a good living environment. Like Matthew, she did not like others to worry about her private life, especially her love affair.
He was also too neglectful at these times. Matthew was a proud person and it was impossible for him to tell others about the affairs of his love relationship.
âAll right.â Dolores agreed. At least in front of outsiders, they were going to be a âlovingâ couple.
âLetâs go to bed.â Matthew put his arms around her and they went to bed together. He did nothing and just put his arms around her.
The next morning, Dolores woke up in the wee hours of the morning. Not knowing if it was from drinking wine the night before, she slept very soundly. She only felt that Mathew had hugged and kissed her several times during the night. When she woke up in the morning, she could no longer fall asleep and got up early. In the room, Matthew and the two children were still sleeping. She wanted to leave the hotel to get some fresh air.
At that moment, the whole hallway was quiet. No one was up yet.
He walked very softly, afraid of waking the people who were still asleep.
As he passed Theresaâs room, the door to her room suddenly opened from the inside. Armandâs suit was askew and his hair was disheveled. Seeing Dolores, he reflexively closed the door with a bang.
Dolores stood in the doorway and couldnât regain her presence of mind for quite a while. How did Armand get out of Theresaâs room?
Did she see him wrong?
She looked around. Yes, it was indeed Theresaâs room.
Armand, who was in the room, did not look well. He looked shy as he stood behind the door. How come Dolores was out so early in the morning?
âWhat are you doing here, why donât you get out?â Theresa ducked under the blanket, revealing only a pair of bloodshot eyes.
When the others left afterward, Armand insisted she drink with him. She had no choice and could only drink a few glasses of wine. Later, Armand talked the matter over about getting married.
Theresa then asked him, âDonât you have a girlfriend?â.
Armand then remembered his first love, Phoebe. His mood worsened further and he drowned his sorrows.
Thresa thought she had brought up something he was unhappy about.
That was why he kept drinking.
So she apologized to him, âIâm sorry, I didnât mean to bring up your unhappiness.â
Armand smiled and took the opportunity to say, âIâll accept your apology if youâll drink a few glasses of wine with me.â
In the end, they both drank too much and she didnât even know how she got up.
In the morning, they woke up naked in a bed.
They were both adults, so they understood what had happened.
Armand said he was going to take responsibility.
Theresa clutched at the bedspread and her whole body was shaking wildly. She intended to kill Armand, but she kept pretending to be calm: âWe are both adults, donât say such childish words.â
Just because of a mistake, they would both have to be tied up?
Besides, she was clear that Armand was a playboy, so it did not suit him at all to get married.
Besides, she didnât like him.
âWeâre in the 21st century, not the past. Itâs just a one-night stand. I hope weâll forget the whole thing and pretend nothing happened.â Theresa reacted very calmly.
Even Armand was surprised too.
He used to play games, but he never casually took advantage of a woman. When there was a need, he always looked for the ones he had to pay.
And once it was done, he would pay and everyone would be left in peace.
When it came to this woman named Theresa, she was surprisingly even more open than he was. She told him he didnât have to be responsible, asked him to forget about it all and pretend nothing had happened.
Why was he so unhappy?
âIt happened. I remember it clearly, your hands were around my neck and you were under meâ¦â
âGet lost!â Theresa raged at Armandâs words.
The shame that was pent up in her mind suddenly burst out.
She was too agitated, so there was no way to argue with her. So Armand suggested, âLetâs calm down and talk about it later.â
But, as soon as he left, he saw Dolores standing in the doorway.
He stood behind the door and looked at the figure under the quilt, he knew she must be crying under the comforter.
No woman who came across something like that could pretend that nothing had happened.
She managed to say those words with ease because she was pretending.
Armand didnât want to hide from her. He told her that Dolores had seen him when he opened the door.
âWhat?â Theresa sat up abruptly from the bed. She was so startled that her eyes went wide. Then, wouldnât Dolores know whatâ¦she didnât even dare to think anymore.
Her tears ran down her cheeks continuously.
She was ashamed and resentful.
âIt was all caused by Armand!â
âYou ruined me.â Theresa hugged the quilt and buried her whole face in it. She sobbed silently.
Knock knockâ¦
At that moment there was a knock at the bedroom door.
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