Time had stopped.
Dolores Flores stood there and was wobbling as if she was about to collapse.
Matthew Nelson stared her in the eyes desperately and spoke word by word.
"That night, it was me."
She was stunned by Matthew’s remarks and was thrown into confusion as if she had
gotten struck by lightning.
She stood rooted to the ground.
"What...What did you say?"
"How can it be, how can it be, how can it be you?" She said, covering her face with her hands while
weeping and laughing at the same time.
It was unbelievable, she walked back and forth, thinking how could that be.
"Back then Sampson Herbert investigated for me, he said... he said it was a local that night, how
could it be you?" Her leg accidentally knocked the bed edge, tumbled onto the bed,
and rubbed her hair vigorously.
Matthew seized her self-injury-like scratching hand, held her chin, and forced her to look at him, "What
did you say? You've investigated it?"
There were still remnants of tears in her eyes.
She looked at him with fear and anxiety, her mouth was like holding an ice cube in it, she whimpered
for quite a long time but couldn’t get the words out, she pulled out her hand that Matthew had clutched,
her fingers swept over his cheek, slid to his neck, along his collar, and touched his shoulder,
"I suspected it when I discovered bite marks on your shoulder. So I requested Sampson
to assist me to investigate, and he subsequently informed me... that night was a local."
She gradually calmed down; could it be that her original thoughts were correct and Sampson
had lied to her?
Sampson had always been there for her, taking care of her and assisting her, and had frequently stated
that Samuel Flores and Simona Flores are pathetic without a father.
But, in reality, had he already known the truth all along but was keeping it from her?
"Did he lie to me?" she said, raising her gaze.
Matthew reached out to her and covered the back of her hand with his warm pal. He held her
icy hands tight by wrapping them up with his hands.
At this time, his emotions were indescribable; All the words that he wanted to say turned into
a kiss that deeply covered her lips.
Dolores was still in a dreamlike state where everything was so blurry and surreal.
Like a bubble in an illusion which burst after a poke.
But the heat from him who stood very close to her was so real and so intense.
"Have you looked into it?"
She wondered whether this was a falsehood he made up to comfort her.
"No need to investigate, I know it's you," Matthew said as he grabbed her hand in his palm and softly
kneaded it.
He had no idea where the strange familiarity with her came from until he discovered the truth.
It was later revealed that there was a reason for all of this.
Dolores withdrew her hand, his palm abruptly became empty, which makes him felt uneasy,
and he gazed up at her.
Dolores gazed at him, "I don't want to make a mistake."
When she calmed down, she was extraordinary calm; this was not a simple thing; It was about
the father of her kid.
Matthew rubbed the corners of her eyes; she'd lost weight again, and her skin was chilly, he can
imagine how much she'd endured.
"How do you believe I'm aware of this?" Matthew sat at the bedside, snatched her into
his arms, stroked his hand on her shoulder, and informed her about Jayden Nelson who performed the
paternity test behind her back.
So, there is no question that Samuel and Simona are his children.
Dolores closed her eyes slowly.
She still felt as though she were dreaming.
"Pinch me."
Matthew noticed the scar on her forehead when he dropped his gaze. The scar was
not particularly visible and was hard to be noticed due to a layer of foundation covering them up. He
lovingly caressed the scar. He kept lingering and caressing lightly and gently, with a hint of
uncontrollable quivering.
His eyes were red. The redness in his eyes was caused by her leaving as well as
the grief that resulted from him being not able to discover and protect her in time.
He cared so much about her, he felt protective of her. She had never seen such a vivid, profound,
sympathetic look on his face, he used to treat her well, but always
with reservations, she had never opened her mind, but now things changed a bit.
"What brings you here?" Matthew inquired.
According to Bess, Sampson was bringing her to Sichuan Province.
Why would he show up here and be involved in something with Charles White?
What had happened all this time?
And what had she encountered?
She couldn't help but shudder as she recalled the days when she was confined by Sampson; even
after encountering countless life-and-death situations, she still had a lingering fear at that moment.
He kept comforting her by massaging her slim back with his warm and wide palm.
Dolores was finally able to talk calmly about her experiences at this time, "I was taken here by
Sampson and after I fled, it was Charles who saved me."
She didn't say anything about the danger encountered.
Matthew could tell that she must be concealing something since the location where she was
imprisoned alone was so startling. He grasped her slim waist and lie her down. Just like this,
they lie across the bed. They did not cover themselves up, he stayed close to her, with his own
temperature, to warm her up.
Matthew finally fell asleep holding her in this position after some time.
Dolores turned around and watched him dead-asleep. She noticed there were dark circles under
his eyes and she couldn't help but stretch out her hand. Her fingertips barely brushed across his skin,
and he grasped her hand with his eyes closed. He put her fingers on his lips and kissed it, "Stay with
me for a while."
He hadn't gotten a good night's sleep since she was not around, and now that she was in
his arms, he felt at ease.
"Ok," She said.
Dolores closed her eyes too.
Dolores had not slept well either throughout this time and at this point amid ‘the tranquility
of life,' she genuinely felt drowsy.
Dolores had no idea when she fell asleep, all she knew that in her dreams, there was always
someone kissing her neck, hair, cheeks, the tip of her nose, lips...
They stayed in the room for a day, with Boyce keeping watch outside to ensure no one bothering them.
Dolores awoke and found that a pair of deep eyes gazed at her.
She was then wide awake.
"You're awake, are you hungry?" Matthew gently brushed the layers of hair on her brow.
Dolores nodded as she was hungry.
"Let's go to the other room, Samuel, and Simona would be delighted to meet you..."
"Wait, what?" Before Matthew could continue his sentence, she was agitated and interrupted, "Samuel
and Simona are here?"
"Ya..."
"How come you didn't say so earlier?" She gave Matthew a mournful expression. She hadn't seen her
two children in a long time and missed them so much.
She was so eager to see her son and daughter and quickly got up from the bed that she didn't notice
that Matthew had pressed the ties of her gown. As a result, the straps ripped
open, she felt cold, she let out a surprised cry and instinctively wrapped her hands around
her chest, she turned back and found that the ties on her gown had been pressed.
Matthew attention was drawn to her.
When his eyes met hers, they were both dumbfounded.
"Get up," Dolores said as she blushed.
Matthew did not rise up obediently but peered below her clothing; her belly is extremely flat, with
no additional fat. Her skin was white, touched with red, and vaguely there were mild stretch marks
below the navel, but they were not deep but shallow, and white...
His Adam’s apple rolled uncontrollably.
Dolores pushed him with embarrassment and rage, he grabbed her wrist and dragged her along,
she lost balance and fell on the bed. Matthew rolled over and got down.
She was unclothed and was pressed under him.
The man above her was beautifully dressed although was wrinkled a bit, his powerful figure
was above her, the strong feeling of lust and love burnt him but it was still under control, "We are a
legitimate couple," he said.
By definition, they were still husband and wife as long as they had not obtained a divorce certificate.
"But you still need my consent," his gaze sizzled and scorched her throat dry.
"But I don't want to wait," he said, pressing his fingertips on her hand and rubbing against it.
"I want you," he said softly as he bent his head to the corner of her eyes and kissed her
gently. His face was buried in the crook of her neck. "I wish to..."
"Give me some time," Dolores said, slightly slanting her head.
She wasn't ready yet.
"How long will it take?" Matthew said. He moved her face to face him and kissed her lips.
"When I was young, I also looked forward to an unforgettable love affair, but in fact, I have
never even been in love, I don't know how it’s going to be like -" Dolores gazed at the ceiling with a
floating halo of light.
"Waiting for me to fall in love with you," she said as she looked around.
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