“She and Charles were orphaned together when they were still young. So, they have a good
relationship,” Dolores said flatly.
Armand smiled as he glanced at Matthew. He leaned forward a little and asked, “Dolores, how do you
know? Did Charles tell you?”
Dolores didn’t realize the trap in Armand’s words, and she answered honestly, “Yes.”
Furthermore, how would she know if Charles didn’t tell her? She was short of hand to look into this.
“He told you his own life story and trusted you so much. Doesn’t he have a thing for you?”
Dolores was speechless.
Matthew’s face became gloomy, and his chest tightened. He could tell that Charles had a crush on
Dolores.
Matthew’s frostiness was palpable to Dolores.
She didn’t even have to look at Matthew to notice that he was wearing a glum expression now.
Dolores squinted at Armand, “Why don’t I have any feeling? Are you able to read his mind? You can
even figure out what he is thinking?”
Armand was speechless.
Boyce said with a smile, “Exactly. Perhaps he is a type of insect which can read people’s mind.”
Armand stared at Boyce, “How could you not stand firm on your position? We are friends!”
He pronounced the word “friends” with a heavier tone, as if to remind Boyce who he was with.
Boyce went and stood behind Dolores, outstretched his hands, “I must be with Dolores. You don’t have
any money. What is the benefit of being with you?”
Armand, “…”
Dolores turned her head over and stared at Boyce speechlessly, “I don’t have money either.”
“You don’t, but Matthew does. Matthew’s is now yours. Even if it isn’t yours, it’s your son’s. In any case,
you must be richer than Armand. I will definitely have a good time if I follow you.”
Matthew now had only one child, Samuel. Wasn’t it true that the Nelson family’s property would be
passed down to his son in the future?
Eh, that was not right. Armand sat beside Dolores and smiled fawningly, “Dolores, I will also follow you
in the future.”
He wasn’t stupid. He wanted to follow Dolores because even Matthew now wanted to follow her.
Dolores frowned. How could he change his face so quickly?
And wasn’t he bickering with Boyce?
Why did they all come to her side?
“Dolores…”
“Slap…”
Armand wanted to hold Dolores’ arm. But Matthew slapped his hand away before he could do so.
He covered the back of his hand, looked at Matthew resentfully, and muttered in a low voice, “You are
so petty.”
“What did you say?” Matthew tilted his head and pretended not to hear clearly.
He was not happy because of Charles, and he needed someone to be his punchbag right now.
Armand quickly backed down, “I didn’t say anything, I didn’t say anything.”
But he thought in his heart, he didn’t dare to admit what he had said.
Knock, knock…
That was when the knock came on the door. Dolores turned his head back and looked at Matthew,
“Perhaps it’s Simona and Samuel.”
Who else would come at this time?
Furthermore, no outsiders could enter to this level.
Matthew said indifferently, “Come in.”
The door to the room was opened, and he was not Samuel or Simona but the bodyguard.
“Mr. White is looking for Ms. Flores.”
“Charles?” Armand’s eyes widened. Did he have clairaudience? They just mentioned him, and he
showed up?
The bodyguard nodded.
Dolores recalled Charles saying that he wanted to rest at the hotel. So, it was not surprising that he
showed up in the hotel.
“Did he say why he wanted to look for me?” Dolores asked.
“No, he just said he wanted to meet you and let me inform you.”
“No.” Before Dolores could answer, Matthew refused for her. He had called her out for breakfast by
every means possible this morning and let Lacey and Dolores met.
Lacey was clearly not a nice person. Could he take the responsibility if something went wrong?
Was he brave enough to come here? Did he even wish to meet Dolores?
No way.
“Let’s go.” Matthew held Dolores’ shoulder, “Let’s go back to our room.”
It was difficult for him to have half a day off. Even if they didn’t do anything, it was nice to spend time
with her.
Did Charles wish to meet her?
No way!
Dolores glanced at Matthew, who was holding her. He was extremely possessive. She couldn’t go out
today for sure, “You tell him that I have something to do. If anything, we can talk about it next time
when we meet.”
“Okay.”
The bodyguard turned around and walked away.
Matthew was holding Dolores, and as they just opened the door, they heard someone calling from
behind them.
“Mummy.” Simona was standing in the corridor. Dolores saw her daughter as soon as she turned
around. Simona smiled, holding her painting in her hand, and ran over with her short legs.
“Mummy, do you think my painting is good?” Simona was holding the painting. She had drawn people,
but they were abstract. Dolores, on the other hand, understood what she had drawn and what she was
trying to convey in the painting.
Dolores squatted down and took over the painting from Simona. She took a close look at it and
commented solemnly, “You painted very well.”
“Really?” Simona was excited. Children always have a strong desire to be praised.
Dolores nodded, “It’s real.”
Simona was even more overjoyed. She pointed to the people she had drawn in the painting, “This is
mummy. This is me. This is my brother. This is...” When she mentioned about her father, Matthew, she
looked up at Matthew and then at Dolores, saying, “This is daddy.”
Simona suddenly became serious, “Mummy, I have a father already. I will be a child with a father from
now on. Nobody is going to call me a bastard…”
Dolores covered her mouth before she could finish her sentence. She hugged Simona and rubbed her
hair, “Everyone has a mouth. Everyone will say something different. There are a hundred different
kinds of you in a hundred mouths. So, you don’t have to care what others say about you. Mummy’s
sweetheart, you are who you are.”
Simona nodded heavily and wrapped her arms around Dolores’ neck, “Mummy, I think I’m so blessed
now.”
Dolores looked at her daughter. Why was Simona so emotional today?
She gently stroked her daughter’s forehead and raised her hanging hair, “I know.”
She could feel that Simona was more active than before. She wore a smile on her face every day.
She knew that this was the happiness that a child from an ordinary, healthy family would experience.
“Mummy, can you bring me out to play? It’s boring to stay in the room all the time.” Simona whined in
Dolores’ arms.
Matthew, who was standing at the door, raised his head speechlessly. Why was it so hard to be staying
alone with Dolores for a while?
Why was it that there was always somebody to disturb him?
“Mummy, is it all right?” Simona whined in Dolores’ hug until Dolores agreed to bring her out to play.
“Okay.” Dolores didn’t want to ruin Simona’s good mood. They were rarely this happy, and she had time
to accompany Simona, as well.
“Daddy, you come with us.” Simona raised her head, took Matthew’s hand and shook his hand.
She blinked her big round eyes. She was so adorable that no one could refuse her. Matthew, some
more would not reject his daughter.
He bent down and picked up Simona, “Daddy and mummy will accompany you today.”
“I’m so happy. So happy.” Simona moved around in Matthew’s arms, scrabbling with her legs.
The dust from Simona’s shoes had gotten on his pants, and there were some obvious white marks.
He could put up with this because this was his daughter, Simona. Otherwise, who else could he put up
with?
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