Coral was wearing an apron. She had come to the kitchen to make breakfast but arriving in the kitchen
to find Dolores already up and muttering something to herself in the kitchen while making breakfast.
“Oh! It’s nothing.” Dolores said to her, not daring to meet her eyes, “Where are the eggs?”
“In the refrigerator.” Coral opened the refrigerator and found that the eggs were gone. She turned
around to see them placed next to the sink, “Aren’t they there, next to you?”
“Huh?” Dolores turned to see the eggs on the counter and remembered that she had already taken
them out. She had tried to divert the subject and failed miserably. She smiled in embarrassment, “I
forgot!”
Coral smiled too, as if she understood what she was hiding. However, she didn’t say anything.
She came over, “Let me help you. Tell me what the kids like to eat, I will make it for them.”
“They are not really picky.” Dolores beat the eggs together, preparing to make steamed eggs. She had
been living here a few days and knew Coral’s craftsmanship. Most of Coral’s dishes were balanced in
nutrition.
With Coral’s cooking, no additional preparation was required.
“It’s good for them to not be picky.” Coral said.
Picky children tend to lack certain nutritional substances.
“Yeah.” Dolores responded with a smile.
They prepared the breakfast together. Maybe it was because they had known each other before, they
didn’t feel cramped and matched well.
At seven o’clock, the originally quiet villa became lively.
Samuel’s face was not swollen that much anymore. Thinking that he must be getting bored in the room,
Jessica dressed him and helped him wash his face. Then, he ran out into the living room to find his
sister.
He had slept well last night. He didn’t know when his mother and sister had left leaving him alone in the
room.
He was disappointed when he woke up.
He felt aggrieved. He was still injured; how could Mommy leave him?
His little face looked unhappy as he sat on the living room sofa angrily.
Compared to Samuel’s unhappy face, Simona was very happy.
For the first time, she had slept in her father’s arm. She was so excited that she couldn’t sleep much all
night. She didn’t fall asleep until dawn when she fell asleep from exhaustion. She was still asleep.
Lying on the pillow with half of her face sunken in the pillow, her small pink lips slightly open with a trail
of drool at the corner of her mouth.
Matthew sat on the edge of the bed, looking at her and frowning in disgust, “Still drooling.”
She really didn’t know that he was disgusted with her.
There was a smile on her face as if she was having a good dream. She grinned sleepily and called out
sweetly and softly, “Daddy.”
Matthew’s expression changed as her stared at her, and then he reached out and pinched her cheek.
Simona sleepily twisted her head and Matthew retracted his hand and thought. ‘How great it would
have been if you were actually my daughter.’
This wasn’t a good topic for him to dwell on. He got up and went to the bathroom. He came back late
last night and then was pestered by Simona; he fell asleep without even taking a shower and his shirt
was already wrinkled and sticking to his body.
Soon there was sound of running water coming from the bathroom. After a while, he walked out with a
towel wrapped around his waist.
Simona seemed to be sleeping soundly in the bed.
He glanced at her and slid open his walk-in closet.
In the large closet, his suits, shirts, belts and other accessories were neatly placed and hung. There
were no fancy colors, only calm and formal colors were present.
The sound of the sliding door awakened Simona. She rubbed her eyes and sound that her father was
no longer beside her. She pouted, wanting to cry.
Seeing the door of the closet open, she crawled out of bed quietly and ran barefoot to the door of the
closet to see her Daddy.
Fortunately, her father hadn’t left her.
She leaned on the side of the door frame, secretly watching him.
Matthew was standing in front of the full-length mirror, buckling the metal buckle on his belt.
The trousers wrapped around his slender legs looked elegant.
His upper body was naked, with well-defined, honey-colored muscles, glistening with water drops. In
Simona’s eyes, the dangling ceiling lights made his tall slender body noble and unruly.
He pulled the towel from the side and dried his hair and upper body with it, blocking Simona’s line of
sight.
She couldn’t help but sigh. Daddy was really handsome.
His figure was unreal.
Thinking about sleeping in his arms last night, she blushed and grinned, exposing a row of small pearly
teeth.
She turned around quietly, climbed into the bed and tried to go back to sleep.
She was really sleepy.
This was her Daddy’s bed and it was full of his fragrance. She wanted to lie on it for a while.
She buried her face in the quilt and sniffed deeply, trying to fill herself with her father’s fragrance. She
closed her eyes, feeling his warmth around her and slowly went back to sleep.
Matthew came out neatly dressed and found her still sleeping on the bed. She was still sleeping but the
quilt that had originally been covering her was now underneath her.
He picked her up and put her under the quilt. Seeing that she showed no signs of waking up any time
soon, he went out to go downstairs.
Coral was standing at the foot of the stairs. She was on her way to tell him to come down for breakfast.
Seeing him coming down, she said to Dolores. “It’s time to eat.”
Dolores responded and brought the breakfast to the table.
Samuel stared at the man who had just come downstairs.
This heartless guy tried to take his Mommy away
He was angry, really angry!
Matthew casted a contemptuous look at him. Why was he making such a bad face so early in the
morning?
“Your face doesn’t hurt anymore?”
“No.” Samuel snorted coldly as he climbed down the sofa and walked to the dining table following
Dolores. He was going to keep an eye on her today so Matthew couldn’t take any advantage.
Dolores looked at her son who was stickling to her like a tail, “Sit down and eat!”
“Sit with me.” Samuel exhorted.
“Okay.” Dolores smiled at him and saw that he didn’t look happy, “Does your head hurt?”
Samuel wanted to say that it didn’t hurt but he saw Matthew coming over, so he threw himself into
Dolores arms acting like a baby, “My head hurts, it hurts.”
Dolores picked him up, “Let me see.”
“No, just hold me.” Samuel hugged her tightly around the neck.
Matthew was speechless.
There was Simona at night and Samuel during the day. Did they not want him to live?
Samuel sat in Dolores lap while eating and asked her to feed him.
This was the most disdainful he had ever felt.
Simona liked things like these.
But right now, he was really enjoying himself, and it was good for his Mommy too.
“Simona is still sleeping?” Jessica asked.
“She slept late.” Dolores said.
Jessica nodded. She also knew that Simona had cried and waited for Matthew last night.
Dolores cellphone on the table suddenly rang. It was Theresa’s call, she told her that the store had
been renovated and that Mrs. William would be there this morning.
“I have booked the hotel. You go receive her from the airport. Her flight lands at nine o’clock.”
“Okay.” Dolores hung up after agreeing.
“I need to go to the bathroom.” Samuel wanted to go to the bathroom.
“I’ll take you.”
“No need.” Samuel waved his hand dismissively. He wanted to poop and didn’t want his mother to wipe
it for him.
He could wipe his own butt.
After Samuel left, Dolores lowered her head to eat porridge.
“Are you going out today?” Matthew took the initiative to start the conversation. He felt like she was
avoiding him because she hadn’t said a word to him since he got up.
She hummed in response.
“Where are you going? I will drop you.”
“No, you have to go to the office. I have a car myself.” Dolores refused.
Thinking about her initiative last night, she felt ashamed.
She didn’t even dare to face him alone.
Matthew’s eyes narrowed. The car that he gave to her?
Why did it feel like striking his foot with an axe?
He just wanted to be nice to her, how did it ended up hindering him?
After breakfast, Dolores went out after Matthew, just to stagger time.
But who knew that when she went out, Matthew would still be waiting for her leaning against his car.
She summoned up her courage and walked over, “Why didn’t you leave?”
Matthew answered her question with his own question, “Are you avoiding me?”
Dolores denied, “No.”
Matthew said, “Okay, then come on.”
Dolores lowered her head and whispered, “We are not going the same way…”
Matthew saw her ears turn red. Was she shy?
What was she ashamed of?
Why was she awkward?
Suddenly he remembered that she kissed him last night.
Matthew grabbed her by the waist, snaking his arms around it and leaned closer to her lips, “You
should kiss me a few times more. If you get used to it you won’t feel so embarrassed.”
Dolores was dumbfounded.
This man…
“Let’s go quickly.” Dolores regretted it very much. If she had gotten into the car quicker, she would not
have been teased by him.
Matthew smiled, letting go of her and getting into the driving seat.
When the car drove to the intersection, a dark shadow suddenly sprang out and stood in front of the
car.
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