Dolores Flores took a look at the bright sun. It was another wonderful day. She should not have thought
badly of a person. Perhaps, she was pessimistic because of how Sampson Herbert hurt her.
“It’s nothing. I am just saying. I have arrived.” Dolores pointed at the hotel not far away, and stopped
walking, “What about you?”
Charles White sighed, “I thought you would invite me in.”
“That is your place. If you want to go inside, then go in. Even if you plan to not live at your house and
come to live at the hotel instead, I don’t think that I have any right stop you.” Dolores shrugged as she
got nothing to say.
Charles blinked his eyes, and thought that it was a great idea.
“How come I have not thought of this?” Charles rubbed his glabella, “I have decided that I will stay at
the hotel for now.”
Dolores was speechless.
‘What’s wrong with this person? He has a house but he will stay at the hotel?’
Charles didn’t explain. He intentionally wanted to mess with Matthew. Who let Matthew to hang up his
call in the morning, and even said that he was from the customer care.
The more Matthew Nelson loathed him, the more Matthew didn’t want him to be close with Dolores,
then, the more he wanted to do the opposite.
Giving him obstacles was a good idea as well.
Dolores made no judgments of other people’s matters.
“I’m going inside.”
“Okay.”
Dolores went inside to the hotel’s restaurant. There was not one person here. She then went upstairs.
Beside the elevator were bodyguards guarding as no one can freely come here whenever they wanted.
After the baby incident, even the waiter she knew could not come up to this floor. The bodyguards
nodded with respect after seeing Dolores. Dolores wasn’t a type of person who would put up her
attitude and she smiled back to them.
There wasn’t any outsider at this floor. Theresa Gordon’s room wasn’t closed, and Dolores saw
Theresa painting with Simona Flores inside the room. It was rare for Simona to be this quiet, so she
didn’t want to bother them. Samuel Flores was lying on the bed solving problems; there was nothing to
be worried about him.
Theresa spotted Dolores standing by the door, and patted Simona’s shoulder, “Auntie will go pour
water. You paint first.”
“Okay.” Simona didn’t even lift her head as it seemed that she was interested on painting.
Theresa went to the door, “You came back already?”
Dolores nodded, “Where are the others?”
“At Mister Boyce Shawn’s room. They say to tell you go over there when you came back.”
Dolores smilingly nodded, “Please take care of Simona for me.”
“We are not strangers here. Don’t be so polite.” Theresa smiled and closed the door, “You go ahead.”
“Okay.”
Dolores turned and walked towards Boyce’s door, raised her hand to knock the door. Immediately, the
door opened from the inside. It was Armand Bernie who opened the door, and this time he was not
particularly garrulous, and greeted her sincerely, “Madam.”
Dolores was a little not used to his seriousness.
What happened that made him suddenly so serious that when he was not working, he was so self-
indulgent?
Armand Bernie didn’t say a word, but turned sideways to let her come inside.
Dolores walked in. In the room, the curtains were pulled to the sides. The sunlight shined the room at
an angle, and it was bright. Matthew Nelson was sitting on the sofa with his slender body figure leaning
on the sofa at a reclining position. No one talked. Boyce was standing by the window.
The atmosphere was a bit heavy.
Dolores walked and sat beside Matthew, and asked, “What’s going on with everyone? Why so
serious?”
Matthew slowly turned his head and looked at her. Just looking, still did not say anything.
Dolores took his arm. She didn’t like how silent Matthew was. She somehow felt that something bad
happened.
After a while, Matthew took his time and asked, “What did you eat outside?”
Dolores paused. Was he mad that she went out to eat with Charles?
This person wasn’t the usual type of pettiness. It’s just a meal though?
Inside, that’s what she thought, but she didn’t have the guts to say it.
“It’s just buns and porridge.” Dolores didn’t dare to say a lot.
She did not even dare to speak of Charles.
He was probably going to be mad if he heard about it.
To stop Matthew from still thinking about the matter of Charles and her eating, she told him why
Charles found her, “He purposely called me out, for he actually wanted to tell me about Lacey Ward.
He trusted Lacey, didn’t believe that she was a prankster.”
Matthew sneered after hearing what she said.
Dolores had never seen him laughed mockingly. She startled for a moment.
“Not necessarily a prank.” Standing by the window, Boyce stood straight and said.
Dolores turned and looked towards him, “What do you mean?”
If it’s not a prank, then what is it?
Boyce looked at her, “I mean for a baby like that, it could be real.”
Dolores still did not get it.
“The person investigating Lacey’s home has come back.” Boyce sighed. “When she was 16 years old,
she was pregnant. The baby was born, but then tragically died. The baby was thrown in a well.”
That was why she thought of choosing this creepy occurrence to scare Dolores.
Dolores felt painful. Was it because she was also a mother? What kind of person could be so cruel to
kill a living being?
She was holding her heart. Breath was stuck in her throat.
Matthew reached out and grabbed her, “What’s the matter?”
Dolores shook her head. Suddenly, dryness reached her mouth, and her throat was itchy. She started
coughing, pushed Matthew away, and ran to the bathroom to retch.
Maybe, coughing was the cause.
Matthew patted her back, and felt bad. What happened, did she eat something bad?
“Armand, pour a glass of water.”
Matthew thought what did Charles take her out to eat to make her feel this bad?
Armand poured water, and handed over to him.
Matthew took it, closed the bathroom door, and asked, “Feeling better?”
Dolores was leaning over the sink and didn’t move. After losing the feeling to vomit, she raised her
head. Matthew passed the water to her, “Rinse your mouth.”
Dolores took the glass, poured the water to her mouth, gargled then spit it out. She feels much better.
Matthew reached out his hand, and wiped the water droplets off the corner of her mouth. When the
fingers pressed down, Dolores stunned for a moment. She lifted her head and look at him. Gentle and
cautious, she felt a strong surge from her heart that even she could not describe such feelings.
She hugged him, and buried her head in his arms, “I felt heartbroken a while ago because I am also a
mother. I can imagine that if my child… I will feel so painful and scared as I have experienced such
suffering. That time, someone convinced me to give up. I thought that for them to be in my belly was
our fate. How can I give up? I was happy that when they were born, they were not big, even Simona
was just around a kilogram. They were so tiny that I don’t dare to touch. I was afraid that they would
break to a touch as they looked so weak. However, they both grow up healthy, and for that I feel
extremely lucky.”
Human feelings were so straightforward, painful, happy, and other emotions were made because of the
person you care about.
Just like Matthew right now, he was filled with mixed feelings. He felt painful but at the same time just
like Dolores, he felt grateful.
Fortunately, it was her that night. Fortunately, she gave birth to his two children regardless of the risk.
He thanked this woman, who came to his world, making his plain world filled with colors.
He never thought that one day, he would become not his usual self for a woman.
For now, it was.
He wanted to hug her, kiss her, comfort her, and give her all the wonderful things in this world.
Gave himself to her as well.
He lowered his head and kissed her forehead…
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