Chapter 203: Chapter 203



“You are…”

“Mr. Golden, we are here to learn the method of making watered gauze,” Charles spoke first and explained the purpose of his visit.

The old man looked at the people standing at the entrance. He squinted his eyes, wrinkles were showing. His eyes were deep, he entered the house, “Let’s go inside.”

The living room of the wooden house was small, he couldn’t occupy all the people.

The security guards did not enter as they stood outside.

Even so, the house was crowded after they entered.

The design of the house was simple, it was Chinese style, there were eight chairs in the living room. On the wall, on both sides, there were a few pictures hanging. There was a newly created trash can made of bamboo. They did not match each other and looked cluttered. In the center was a table. The old man sat down in his seat.

He picked up a cigarette and lit it, “Who wants to learn from me?”.

Dolores took Samuel’s hand and walked forward, she said sincerely, “I want to learn from you the method of making watered gauze. If you are willing to do it, please be the master of my business. The salary will depend on you.”

He smoked vigorously and white smoke was emitted. The special smell of the cigarette lingered in the small space. The smoke was different from the smell of cigarettes found in the market. Instead, it was a faint herbal smell.

Matthew frowned slightly. If it weren’t for Dolores, he would never come to this kind of place.

gⱯlnσν𝓮ℓs﹒𝚌o𝗺 is where stories live The old man assessed Dolores under the white smoke. Finally, his gaze settled on the jade bracelet on her wrist. Then, he looked at Charles. Charles nodded to him.

He stopped looking at her, “I can show you, but I’m not leaving here.”

Their interaction was stealthy. Although Matthew seemed unconcerned about the matter, he clearly noticed.

He curved his lips slightly.

He wanted to know why Charles cajoled Dolores to come here.

He stood still.

He looked like a stranger who never took part in that.

“I can,” Dolores agreed.

“It’s laborious to learn the skill, are you willing to do it?” The old woman asked.

“Lola, how about letting me learn it?” Theresa stepped forward, “You have to take care of the children and take care of the business. Let me learn it, okay?”

She realized she had said something wrong and explained, “I don’t want to learn the skill for myself selfishly…”

“I know.”

Dolores trusted her, never suspecting her intent.

The old man ignored Theresa and said bluntly, “I will only teach her.” The room fell abruptly silent.

“So, you only take on one apprentice?” Armand thought that was interesting. Why did such a person exist in this era? It wasn’t in the past that Kungfu skill was only passed down to an apprentice. He was only a master who excelled in silk making, why did he choose the apprentice he wanted?

Besides, he only selected Dolores, did he know that Dolores was talented?

The old man was calm, he did not disturb Armand. He just looked at Dolores: “If you want to learn, you must make me your master. Then, I will teach you how to make the watered gauze.”

Dolores didn’t mind making him her teacher, but why was he only choosing her?

She was surprised.

But she felt uncomfortable. So she didn’t answer him immediately.

“I don’t know why you select her as your apprentice, may I know why?” a deep voice was heard in the hall. He wasn’t looking at anyone, he was playing with his daughter. He seemed to be attracted only to his daughter and nothing else.

The old man looked at him. The beam of light from outside was shining, dust was visible in the lines. He squinted slightly. The old man’s hand holding the flask of cigarettes chattered as he saw the handsome face in the light, he said calmly, “She’s talented.”

“Really?” Matthew looked up and met the old man’s long-suffering gaze. The old man didn’t expect Matthew to suddenly care about her.

He distracted her attention by coughing.

“You all don’t seem to trust me. I don’t like to teach people who are not sincere, you can leave now,” the old man got up after saying that, pushed the door and entered the house.

“Wait,” Dolores called out to him. She thought that the person who excelled in the old skill would have a bad temper.

As a fashion designer, she not only cared about the pattern of the clothes, the materials were also important to her.

If she could learn it, it would be useful to her in developing her business.

Simona and Samuel had accepted Matthew as their father, she would not treat them badly in her identity. She didn’t have to plan for her children’s future as she had in the past. However, it was his business. She wasn’t going to give up her dream because of Matthew.

She wanted to work hard so she could be the woman by his side. She didn’t want to be the woman who depended on him to live.

She wasn’t a dependent woman, she would never presume because of where she came from. She wasn’t going to depend on him, even if she had given birth to his children.

She was still herself. She would never be like her mother, who married a man and lost herself, her business and her social circle. That is why she lived in suffering after she was abandoned.

Probably because she had suffered so much in the past that made the painful memory etched in her mind, even though she was living well now.

“I am willing to make you my master.”

The old man was perplexed and turned to look at her, “You are sure?”

“I am sure,” didn’t bother Matthew.

It was his business, he had a right to decide.

The old man’s gaze settled on the tall silhouette behind her and he said slowly, “You’ll have to stay here for half a month if you want to learn the skill with me, are you sure you want to make me your teacher?”

Dolores hesitated, it wasn’t because she had to stay there for half a month, it was because she was worried about her children.

“Forget it if you have doubts. I won’t force you, as it’s a difficult lesson. No one will have the determination to learn it.”

He was criticizing Dolores, obviously. He thought she wanted to learn how to do the material, but didn’t want to endure the difficulty.

That’s why he was hesitant.

Theresa was upset, she wanted to argue with the old man.

But she was stopped by Dolores, who shook her head and asked her not to act boisterous. Dolores looked at the old woman, “I agree.”

The old woman showed an astonished expression, “When you are ready, come and see me.” After saying that she went into the house.

The door closed, they seemed to part with it.

Charles rode towards them in his wheelchair, “He has a bad temper, I have no choice. I have persuaded him by all means to do the material one last time.”

“Mr. White, thank you for your efforts.”

Matthew lifted Simona and stood up. He looked at Charles, “What is Mr. White planning?”.

Charles was still maintaining his smile, “Mr. Nelson, what do you mean? I just introduced a skilled teacher to Miss Flores, what can I plan for that?”

Matthew grimaced and spoke in a threatening tone, “No one will be safe and sound after harming my family members. Mr. White must be very clear about the purpose of your visit today.”

He took Dolores’ hand and walked out of the wooden house after saying that.

Dolores followed him outside obediently because she had something to tell him.

They stood at the head of the bridge by the river bank. Dolores spoke first, “Are you mad?”

Matthew’s voice was cold, “If you need money I can give it to you…”

“Your money is yours, it’s not going to belong to me no matter how much you have,” Dolores interrupted him. Her stance was firm, she knew what Matthew was going to say next, “You’re going to say you can pay my living expenses and ask me not to worry about the money thing?” Matthew stared at her.

It was undeniable that he thought that way. He could give her anything she wanted.

Money, identity and social status.

Dolores smiled, “I have a dream too. I can live well, even if you’re not around. Even if I have you as a husband, I don’t want to lose myself and become someone totally different from me. To be honest, what you give me is not stable, I’m afraid it’s just a dream and imaginary and it will disappear after I wake up.”

She turned to look at the vine over the mountain, she seemed to meditate, “I have experienced a suffering life, I know what it’s like to feel helpless and discouraged…”

If she had the ability, her brother would not have left her. She was afraid it would happen again and yet there was nothing she could do.

Matthew bit his teeth: “Don’t you know there’s an intention behind the teacher and Charles?”.

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