Dolores leaned over and saw the words on the paper. Samuel and Simona's last name was changed to
Nelson, now their names are Andrew Nelson and Amanda Nelson.
She turned her head slightly to look at him. His eyelashes were long and thick, and his delicate, well-
defined face was warm.
Matthew bent his head and gently kissed her cheek, then said in a low voice, "Is this good? With me
and with you."
Dolores agreed and said, "Yes."
A crystal lamp hung from the ceiling. The yellowish light created a quiet and warm atmosphere.
The two said nothing and just snuggled up to each other. It was Dolores who broke the silence first,
"Are you busy tomorrow?"
"What?" He lowered his eyes.
Dolores tilted her head, rubbed the tip of her nose against his chin, and pouted, "I want you to stay with
me. I'm too aggravated to be married to you and have been giving birth to you. We haven't held hands
and gone shopping together, nor have we gone on a trip together, nor have we gone to the movies
together. I think about it and feel that I have lived a life of too much loss."
He had a rare smile on his face and said softly, "You're still not satisfied with me?"
"If you don't have time, I'll go find a handsome man to accompany me. Hiss ..."
Before she could finish her words, Matthew bit her shoulder. He bit hard and gnawed the bones in her
shoulder with his teeth. He warned as if in punishment, "Try to find one?"
Dolores frowned in pain. She knew without looking that there must be deep teeth marks on her
shoulder. She hooked her arm around his neck, "How much do you hate me? Are you going to bite me
to death?"
He didn't leave, but said sullenly, "Don't worry, you won't die in front of me. If you want to die, I will die
first. I will explore the road first, and then drag you with me. Otherwise, I'll be alone in hell."
Dolores was speechless.
She frowned, "So ruthless?"
Matthew tightly circled her slender, soft body, "Of course. You're my wife, even if you're dead."
Dolores was speechless once again.
Knock, knock...
At that moment, there was a knock on the door of the study.
It was Coral's voice, "Dinner's ready."
Dolores looked up at him and said, "I'm hungry."
Matthew stood up with her by the waist, "Let’s go."
She smiled and walked out of the study with him on her arm. Simona was playing with Armand in the
living room. She didn’t know what Armand said, but the little girl was chasing him all over the house.
Boyce slouched on the couch with his arms stretched out. Looking at Armand, who was being chased,
he snickered, "Can you run away?"
Armand took the time to look at him, "It’s none of your business."
Samuel sat on the sofa and sighed slightly, thinking how Mr. Bernie was like a child and so naughty.
Boyce rubbed his hair, "You're so young, yet you love to sigh so much. Aren't you afraid of becoming
bald?"
Samuel looked up at him, "I won't be worse off than you. You don't have to worry about me."
Boyce was speechless.
How was he, how was he worse off?
"Where am I worse off?" Boyce sat upright.
"When I'm as old as you are, I'm sure I'll have a wife. Even if I become bald, so what? It's better than
not being able to find a wife, right?"
Boyce was speechless again.
Who did he piss off? He deserved to die because he didn't have a wife?
Why were they all making fun of him for this?
Why did he live so tired?
"Dad."
When she saw Matthew coming out of the study, Simona jumped into his arms and started
complaining, "Daddy, Armand is bullying me."
Dolores glanced at her daughter and shook her head helplessly. Simona loved to pout and complain to
Matthew. She didn't know if all daughters were more clingy to their dads. She walked to the kitchen to
help Coral serve the food and prepare the dishes.
Matthew wrapped one arm around his daughter, used his other hand to tuck her loose hair behind her
ear, and asked softly, "What's he doing to you?"
Simona blinked her big eyes, "Armand just asked me if I was smart."
"Well, then what?" He walked over to the table with his daughter in his arms and pulled out a chair to sit
down.
Simona looked down and did not want to say anything as she played with her fingers.
Samuel came over and climbed into the chair and repeated what Armand had said to Simona,
"Simona, are you smart?"
Simona smiled and said proudly, "Of course."
"Then let me ask you a question. If you can answer my question, you're smart."
"Sure." Simona was confident, and then Armand asked, "I'm going to ask you a question, and all you
have to do is answer yes and no."
"Okay."
Simona was quite interested and waited with anticipation for Armand's next words.
"Do your parents know that you're so stupid?"
"No ... yes ..."
It seemed like no matter how she answered she was admitting she was stupid.
By the time Simona reacted, she was chasing Armand to hit him. Then there was the image of them
seeing Simona chasing Armand around the living room.
Simona pouted and said in aggravation, "Daddy, Armand said I was stupid."
Armand pulled up a chair and sat down, and chuckled awkwardly, "I'm just kidding."
Simona got out of Matthew's arms, ran to Armand, and crawled into his arms。 Armand took her into
his arms and looked at her warily, "What are you doing? You want to get back at me?"
She shook her little head, "I'm just going to tell Theresa that you got another girlfriend while she was
away."
Armand was speechless.
He was wrong, okay?
He apologized, okay?
Could she stop playing him like that?
Armand especially regretted it. Why did he have to mess with this little girl?
"Simona, I'm the stupid one. I'm stupid. You can't talk bad about me to Theresa. Otherwise, I'll be a
bachelor, just like Boyce. Look how pathetic he is. So, you can't talk nonsense to Theresa, you know?"
Boyce was speechless.
He didn't do anything, how come he was targeted again?
He walked over and landed his hand heavily on Armand's shoulder, "Buddy."
He felt bitter in his heart, but he couldn't say it yet. He took a look at Simona, who was in Armand's
arms. This girl was becoming more and more like Samuel. He couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief,
"Both of these kids are getting pretty shrewd. You'd better not mess with them."
Armand continued to admit his mistake, "Simona, I was wrong. I'm stupid, let's not talk nonsense with
Theresa, okay."
Simona reached out and squeezed Armand's face, "For the sake of your sincerity, I'll forgive you for
now."
Armand was so relieved that he thought, "I will never mess with Simona again. She's so young, yet she
is so vindictive.”
"When you grow up, who will dare to marry you."
"What?" Simona didn't hear clearly.
Matthew cast a cold glance, Armand shut up and patted Simona's back, "I didn't say anything. Let's
eat."
Coral served all the dishes and went to bring the last soup.
Dolores set up the plates and bowls and sat down next to her son.
She stroked his hair, "Let's eat."
Armand sat across from her and hesitated, but asked, "Dolores, how is Theresa doing?"
Theresa was recovering well, but her appearance had changed quite a bit. She also spoke to her on
the phone before Victoria died. She said she would be back soon, but didn't want her to tell Armand.
Dolores looked at Armand and said honestly, "She's recovering well, but, you shouldn't rush. She may
need time."
After all, what happened earlier hit her too hard. A woman's face was important. Not to mention that
she was still pregnant and the baby was gone.
If it was her, she wasn't sure she would be able to pull through.
Armand bowed his head in loss and said sadly, "I know."
The atmosphere at the dinner table inexplicably became depressing. Except for the two children, none
of the adults ate much.
Matthew did not eat a single bite and left the restaurant without even drinking water on the pretext that
he had something to deal with at work.
Dolores knew that he was still having a hard time inside.
Of course, it would not pass so quickly. She did not try to persuade him, but only let time fade the
sorrow.
Her appetite was not good either. It was only for the sake of the baby in her belly that she served a
bowl of soup and ladled a spoonful into her mouth. Then Boyce suddenly said, "Jayden's sick. Matthew
went to see him and asked for some details about the time by the way."
"What did he say?" Dolores asked tentatively. She wanted to know how much Matthew knew.
Boyce did not hide from her and felt that she was not an outsider either, she was Matthew's wife, and
even more so the person Victoria gave up her life to protect.
Dolores knew all about it, so he said more briefly, "He just said he and Jolene were connected by
marriage at the time, but Jolene had someone in her heart, so she got Victoria to send to him. You
know all this."
"The Harris family are just odd." Armand couldn't help but interject.
Dolores gently lowered her eyes and used the action of drinking soup to conceal the mixed feelings
under her eyes.
"He didn't say how Jolene died?" Dolores continued to drink her soup without looking up. At that time
when Victoria talked to her, she didn't say exactly how Jolene died.
In fact, she would like to know.
Boyce shook his head, "No."
She asked another question, "Did he say anything about Jolene having a child?"
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