Chapter 273: Chapter 273



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“What are you doing?”

Theresa was still dressed in her wedding gown. She looked exceptionally beautiful today. Her delicate little face crinkled at that moment.

Armand told her the truth. She should have seen him anyway, “Close the door.”

“Why do you want to close the door?” Theresa’s voice grew louder. She walked over to the door and wanted to open it. But before she could, she was dragged away by Armand, “What are you going to do? Tonight is our wedding night, do you want me to spend the night alone? I tell you it’s not possible.”

“You… Argh!”

Before Theresa could say anything, she was taken by Armand by the waist. Theresa punched and kicked him, but Armand was undeterred and threw Theresa down on the big soft bed. He watched from a height.

He said as he unbuttoned his shirt, “I can’t let the others see me as a joke. You can’t go anywhere today.” Theresa was not a little girl who had never experienced the facts of life. She knew what Armand wanted to do when she saw Armand’s posture. But because she was very clear about what Armand wanted to do, she became nervous.

She shifted her body, “Armand, don’t be impulsive.”

Not that she was reserved, but she was a little unprepared. After all, they were both drunk at the time, so they didn’t feel awkward.

But this time was different. They were both clear-headed.

Despite their feelings for him, they had never been on a formal date.

Armand smiled, “You don’t have to be nervous. I’ll be nice.”

“Armand, give me a minute to get ready.” Theresa stirred and wanted to get up.

Armand bent down, grabbed her ankle and wrapped his waist around her leg. He lowered himself, “We’re husband and wife now, what do you still want to think?”

“Ar… Mm Mm…”

Armand’s kiss drowned out Theresa’s words.

Outside the room, Boyce stroked Samuel’s head, “Samuel, you’ve been too kind today. Armand hasn’t suffered. You should make things harder for him to teach him the value of the precious.”

Samuel raised his head and looked at Boyce, “Are you jealous?” Boyce was speechless.

He raised his eyebrows, “Why am I jealous?”

“Because you’re the only one without a wife.” Boyce was speechless.

“You brat, you dare to mock me.” Boyce pretended to want to pull Samuel’s ear.

Samuel reacted quickly and immediately walked away.

Dolores brought her daughter, and by the time they were ready to return to their room, Mistress Leslie had finished all business downstairs and came upstairs. When she saw Simona, her eyes narrowed, “This girl is too pretty, just like her mother.”

As Mistress Leslie complimented her, Simona greeted Mistress Leslie with a smile, “Hello, Mistress Leslie.”

Dolores quickly corrected her daughter. Family seniority would be spoiled if she called like that. She squatted down and said to her daughter, “I can call her Mrs. Leslie, and you have to call her Madame Leslie.”

Simona seemed to half understand and asked, “I have to call her Madame Leslie, is that correct?”.

Dolores nodded, “Yes.”

Simona turned her head and looked at Madame Leslie. She spoke as sweetly as if she had brushed honey across her lips, “Hello, Madame Leslie.”

“Hello.” Madame Leslie’s heart was about to be melted by Simona. She took Simona’s hand, “Simona, may I invite you to my room?”

Mistress Leslie was getting old. Although she didn’t have to do anything for the wedding, she was still worried about a lot of things. She had just finished arranging things at the wedding venue. She was exhausted and wanted to rest. But in this place she didn’t know, she wanted to find someone to talk to, but everyone seemed to be busy. She saw Simona and thought she was adorable and wanted to spend some time with her.

The older a person gets, the more afraid they are of loneliness.

“Sure,” Simona replied without hesitation. She hugged Mrs. Leslie to go into the room. Dolores followed them as well. They weren’t sure where Samuel and Boyce were playing at the moment. To see more of Dolores, Matthew also followed them into the room.

Dolores poured Mistress Leslie some water, “You must be tired today.”

Mistress Leslie smiled, Armand could marry successfully, and it was okay to be a little tired. “I’m getting older with age, and I’m no good for anything anymore.”

“Your body is still healthy. You’re not old.” Dolores put the glass in front of Mistress Leslie.

Mistress Leslie took Dolores’ hand, “I hear Theresa is a good friend of yours.”

Dolores nodded sincerely, “We’ve known each other for a few years and we’re like family.”

Mrs. Leslie nodded, “Armand is not a bad boy. Someone hurt him and he couldn’t get over it for a long time. Sometimes there were women by his side, but it was never serious. This time, I’m glad he can get married. I also like Theresa quite a bit. She seems to be a very nice person. I just hope Armand doesn’t get confused and can live his life with her. I will be satisfied if they can have a child like Simona after a year or so.”

Dolores did not realize that there was a hidden meaning behind Madame Leslie’s words. She thought she was only lamenting and comforted her by saying, “They will be fine and have children too. Mrs. Leslie will be very busy at that time.”

Mrs. Leslie smiled, “I hope things turn out as you say.”

Matthew sat off to the side, reading financial news on his phone. He wasn’t interested in these kinds of topics.

Mrs. Leslie was talking to Simona, “Simona, how old are you?”

“I am five years old, and I will be six after Chinese New Year,” Simona answered truthfully.

Mistress Leslie smiled, “Time has flown by.”

She hadn’t heard from them before, and she had grown up a lot.

Dolores leaned back on the sofa to watch and listen as they talked.

Simona was chatty, too. She had a lot of strange questions for Mrs. Leslie, like, “Mrs. Leslie, what does it mean to get married?”

Then Mrs. Leslie patiently explained, “Getting married is when a man and a woman decide to start a family together. That’s what marriage is.”

Simona rolled her eyes, “Has Mrs. Leslie ever been married?”

Mistress Leslie replied with a smile, “Of course, I’ve been married.”

“Then who did you marry?” asked Simona.

“It is, of course, Armand’s grandfather.”

“Will I be able to marry when I grow up?”

After Simona asked this question, Matthew, who kept looking at his phone, raised his head. He looked at his daughter and his eyes turned somber. It was because Simona was still little, and he never thought his daughter would ever get married.

He thought no one deserved her. He wanted to have her by his side always.

Dolores could barely keep her eyes open. Finally, she didn’t know how she had fallen asleep on the couch and heard Simona’s voice through the haze of sleep. Their conversation, in short, was full of strange questions.

She had no idea how long she had slept, only that when she awoke, Simona and Mrs. Leslie were no longer in the room.

Leslie were no longer in the room.

“Are you awake yet?” Matthew carried a glass of water and made his way over to Dolores.

The air conditioner was on in the room, and the room was warm. However, the air in the room was dry, as was her throat. Dolores picked up the glass of water and drank some. Finally, her throat felt more comfortable, “How long did I sleep?”.

Matthew looked down to check the time, “Two hours.”

Dolores put down the glass, rubbed her eyes and sat up. Then, when she thought about Matthew taking her out on purpose, she asked, “You took me out, was it because you wanted Sampson to show himself? But Sampson isn’t stupid. He won’t show himself easily.”

Matthew sat down on the couch. He stroked Dolores’ hair, which was tangled in her sleep, “Because I wanted to provoke him.”

It was definitely not an occasional occurrence for Dolores to run into Sampson at the mall. Only if he always knew her whereabouts could he show up in time and try to take her away again when she was alone.

So, that meant he was keeping a close eye on Dolores.

Sampson intensely wanted to take Dolores away because he admired her.

So, Matthew let Sampson see that he and Dolores were close to infuriate him.

This would encourage Sampson to take her away again quickly. Would he show up if Dolores was alone at the time?

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