Chapter 282: Chapter 282



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He reached over and picked it up, the caller ID showed it was Boyce, his smile slowly froze. He looked at his son and said, “Don’t get too vigorous, as you just showered and will be uncomfortable if you sweat.”

“Understood.” Samuel stopped and answered him.

Matthew looked funny as he came back from the street.

Dolores didn’t realize what was happening to him. Her phone rang as she gave the two boys a bath. It was Abbott Baron’s phone, possibly he called work because he turned on the computer after answering the phone. After sitting down, she didn’t get up.

She picked up the phone and, before he could answer, said, “Hold on a minute.” Boyce responded by answering Ok.

Dolores placed the towel in her hand in the bathroom, then walked to the door and looked back, the two boys still having fun on the bed while Matthew was still engrossed in his work. His long fingers kept tapping on the computer, he didn’t see Dolores leave.

Dolores grabbed her phone, turned and left the room. She closed the bedroom door behind her.

Matthew’s hand stopped tapping on the keyboard as the door closed.

When he turned to look at the closed door, his deep-set eyes became emotionally watery.

Dolores walked to the end of the hallway and gazed out at the not-so-glorious metropolis. The nightscape was dimly lit with neon, she wasn’t sure what kind of news Boyce would bring her.

But she knew she would have to face it sooner or later.

“Go ahead,” she said with her eyes slightly lowered.

“Don’t worry, Mrs. Leslie is fine, Armand is not someone who can’t handle the situation. About this problem, he won’t even think about it, and of course, he won’t blame you, Sampson has been saved too, he didn’t die, you don’t have to worry about it.”

Dolores breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Mistress Leslie was unharmed, and Sampson had not died too.

Even if Sampson was guilty, they couldn’t lynch him.

“I’m a little confused.” Suddenly, Boyce spoke up.

“About what?” Dolores asked.

“I’m curious if Matthew wants him dead or if he doesn’t want him dead. He had trained with me, but left it halfway through because of a problem in his family. He knew his shooting ability well, if he wanted Sampson dead, he wouldn’t have missed by two millimeters. If he didn’t want him to die, how come he hit him so close to the heart?”

Dolores had no idea.

“If there’s nothing special, I’ll hang up then,” Boyce said.

Dolores hummed faintly.

She stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window as she grabbed her phone and thought about what Boyce had just said. She knew what Boyce meant. If Matthew wanted Sampson dead, that shot could have killed him.

What was going through her thoughts at that moment?

She couldn’t find out, any more than she could imagine what was going through Matthew’s mind.

Sometimes she felt like she knew him well, and other times she felt like she didn’t know him at all.

She heard footsteps, and turning around, discovered that Matthew was standing across the hall, his suit wrinkled from sitting too long, but it didn’t affect his excellent appearance, but added a certain grown man charm.

Dolores didn’t know what was wrong with him, as she felt chagrined.

“Who called?” her tone and expression were as cold as if she were talking to a stranger.

“It was Boyce, he informed me that Mrs. Leslie was fine and that Sampson is not dead,” Dolores said as she frowned.

She turned away as she hummed faintly.

“Matthew.”

Dolores stopped him.

She stopped, but didn’t look back at him, nor did she ask what was wrong. He merely waited for her to speak.

“I hear Boyce says your shooting skills are so excellent that you have the potential to kill him with one shot, why…” Dolores clenched her fists.

“I made a mistake. I wanted him to die.” She explained casually.

His shooting skills were excellent, but when he saw Sampson strangle Dolores, he panicked and missed by two millimeters.

Dolores cast a slow, deliberate glance behind him “Are you upset? Is it that I’ve irritated you in some way?”

Matthew’s eyes were slightly downcast and his long, thick lashes covered his emotions. He was silent for a split second. “No.”

“Then why are you…?”

“I’m upset with myself.”

Dolores interrupted without waiting for him to finish.

Dolores walked over to him and wrapped her arms around his waist. She tilted her head and murmured calmly, “You have a habit of self-reproach, don’t you, why are you upset with yourself?”

His eyelids twitched as he looked into her beautiful eyes and mocked himself, “I’ve never been so clumsy.”

Dolores shuddered inexplicably as she sensed Matthew’s pain.

She couldn’t help but hug him tightly and put her whole face close to his heart. Seeing Matthew like this, she felt nervous and frightened not knowing how to comfort him or why he was in such a bad mood.

“Was it me who made you feel bad?” She was shaken and speechless.

Matthew’s lips pressed tightly together.

Sampson had the line in his mind that Dolores had a relationship with him for the sake of the two children, as he had always understood that Dolores’ suddenly accepting him was due to external factors.

He had purposely ignored it and had not thought about it.

But, when he heard others say it, he felt uncomfortable with it.

He had never felt so frustrated in his life at this age.

Like now, when Dolores approached him, he wondered if he was also forcing himself for the sake of his two children.

Dolores really wasn’t used to him being in this state. She was used to his scolding and closeness, but he was so cold to her that she was frightened.

“What’s wrong with you, can you talk to me?” She wrapped her arms around his neck and noticed his discomfort in his pupils.

“Do you think a person would do something they dislike for the sake of their child?”

Dolores paused for a moment, then responded immediately to what he meant by this.

“Did you take his words personally?”

He was silent as if in agreement by default.

Dolores said solemnly, “No.”

“I don’t want to admit it either, but the fact is I’m in love with you and I kind of like you.” It was true as she did not want to deceive him, nor did she want to deceive herself. “If you want to ask me how much I like you, how much I want to, I don’t know, but at least I’m used to having you by my side, and going through life as husband and wife with you.”

Matthew’s dark eyes flashed with intensity. “Really?”

Dolores said coldly, “No.” She let go of him and wanted to leave after she said that.

Matthew grabbed her wrist and pushed her against the hallway wall with the backhand and leaned against the wall with one hand, “No, you said it, you mean it, you must keep your words.”

“Who should do that?” Dolores cocked her head to one side and made an arrogant face.

“Well-” she purposely slurred the last letter which sounded tantalizing as she smiled softly, “Because you’re my wife.”

His comments were followed by a kiss on her lips.

Dolores tensed and remained still.

He kissed her delicate neck, and finally her collarbone. He pinched her gently, without causing her pain and said vaguely, “It doesn’t matter if you don’t love me now, I will make you love me.”

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