At that moment, Dolores could feel Wendyâs inner torment.
But she also didnât impulsively say Boyce was fine.
As she faced Wendy, she felt very sorry inside.
âWhat can I do to help you?â asked Dolores.
Wendy slowly got up and sat back down on the couch, âYou donât need to help me with anything. I have to prepare myself for this sort of thing. Only, if you ever hear from Boyce, please let me know the first time, will you promise?â
Dolores clasped her hands a little tighter and said, âThatâs for sure.â
Her hands were covered under Amandaâs skirt, so, for the moment, Wendy didnât notice her hands that were uncomfortably tight because she was lying.
Wendy pursed her lips and asked coyly, âDo you also find Boyce and me inappropriate?â
âIf youâre honest, why do you care what other people think?â. Dolores didnât like his attitude of always testing others in this way.
âEven close friends canât interfere in emotional matters. Itâs good that they feel good and comfortable together. What others think doesnât matter at all.â
Wendy could hear the discomfort between Doloresâ words. She wasnât trying to be annoying. It was just that Armandâs dislike for her was too obvious. She was afraid Armand would say something bad about her in front of Dolores and Matthew.
âI didnât mean anything else. Iâm just afraid people will say things about meâ¦â
âJust follow your heart and have a clear conscience. You donât have to worry about what other people think.â Dolores interrupted her from explaining, because there was nothing to explain.
But this time, Dolores did see that she was not innocent.
She seemed to have quite a few thoughts.
At this point, Wendy regretted coming here. Dolores was not too old, but she spoke without mercy. She was quite thoughtful and insightful.
She also felt good. The woman Matthew liked must have merit. With Matthewâs status, what kind of woman hadnât he seen?
And in the end, she managed to become Mrs. Nelson, so she could imagine she must be exceptional.
âIâve given you an upset, havenât I?â Now that sheâd figured it all out, she was no longer hiding.
Dolores smiled, âItâs nothing.â
Actually, something was wrong with her â hadnât she lied to Wendy, too?
âIâll have to listen to my motherâs scolding again when I get back tonight. Can I stay for dinner at your house? In fact, I think Boyce and you are close friends, so I want to get into your circle. Do you mind?â Wendy knew that if she opened her mouth, she would still see right through his mind, so it would be best to be frank.
She had been very blunt, so Dolores couldnât just turn her down.
âOkay.â She turned her head to Coral, âMake more dinner.â
Coral said, âOkay.â
âThank you,â Wendy said to Coral.
Coral smiled and said, âYouâre welcome.â But in her mind she thought Wendy seemed so smart, but how could she be so ignorant?
Dolores was pregnant and Amanda was clinging to her. Since she was staying here, Dolores had to deal with her, but she still offered to have dinner here. Obviously, she was disturbing Doloresâ rest.
She couldnât help but feel a little annoyed with Wendy.
It was selfish to think of oneself and disregard the feelings of others.
âWhere did Armand go?â Wendy wasnât testing her. She just felt it was too boring to sit still and wanted to find something to talk about, otherwise it would be uncomfortable to sit still.
Dolores was stunned for a moment, and couldnât find a good reason to answer her. She feared that if she said too much, she would be exposed, âHeâ¦â
The door opened at that moment and Matthew walked in. Wendy turned and saw him, then rose from the couch and said, âMr. Nelson.â
Matthew greeted her with a slight nod. He walked over to Dolores and asked, âHave you hugged her again?â
Dolores nodded, âShe doesnât go near others now. You know that.â
Matthew located his daughter, who had fallen asleep in Doloresâ arms while Dolores was talking to Wendy. When Matthew moved, she woke up again immediately.
âItâs Daddy. Iâll hold you.â Matthew gently reassured his daughter, and when Amanda opened her eyes and saw that it was Matthew, she didnât refuse and let him hold her.
Matthew picked her up and gently patted her back, âLetâs go to sleep upstairs.â
Amanda didnât say anything, but she didnât refuse either, so she sort of agreed.
Dolores rubbed her arm, which was a bit numb after being padded by her daughter, as Wendy came over, âDo you want me to help you?â
Matthew, who was coming up the stairs, heard the sound and turned to face her again, but quickly looked away and didnât pay much attention to her.
Dolores said no, âYouâre too polite.â
She was so polite that it made her a little uncomfortable.
They had only met once, and this was only the second time they had met.
How could she let Wendy brush against her arm?
Wendy sat back down and looked up to the second floor, âMr. Nelson adores his daughter, doesnât he?â
Dolores also turned her head to look up. Matthew had already taken Amanda to the bedroom and the staircase was empty.
She looked away, âGirls like to be pampered.â
âThey say the daughter is the fatherâs mistress in a previous life. I think thatâs true in Mr. Nelsonâs case.â Wendy said with a smile.
Dolores looked down and said, âThatâs a joke. How can people have previous lives?â.
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