Dolores opened the door, and at the doorstep, was a deliveryman in helmet. He was carrying a box,
“May I know whether you are Ms. Flores?”
She nodded her head, “I am.”
The deliveryman passed the box over to her, “This is your parcel, please sign your receipt here.”
Dolores stood rooted to the spot, she hadn’t bought anything. The parcel last time were photos, what
would it be this time?
And it was such a big box?
“Can you put it down, and open it up to see whether the items inside are damaged.” Dolores didn’t sign
immediately. She was afraid that what was inside was something ‘scary’ or dangerous.
The deliveryman was very easy-going, there were indeed many customers who would want to check
whether the items had been damaged. He put down the box, and slit open the tape in a familiar
manner. Opening the box, in it was another polystyrene box. The deliveryman opened up the
polystyrene box, and on the topmost layer was a cling wrapper, and underneath it was a layer of fresh
green carrots.
Dolores was stunned for a moment, surprised that she had received these green carrots.
“Please check whether they are damaged.” The deliveryman raised his head to look at Dolores.
Coming back to her senses, Dolores quickly signed her receipt for the deliveryman, “Could you help me
put it in the house?”
She couldn’t manage to carry this box in herself.
The deliveryman replied, “Sure thing.”
Dolores wasn’t intentionally making things difficult for him. She was simply worried that she had
received something dangerous. The weather was very hot outside, she retrieved a bottle of cold water
from the fridge and passed it to him, “Thank you for your hard work.”
The deliveryman gave a smile, and took the bottle from Dolores, “No worries, this is our job.”
After the deliveryman left, Dolores closed the door and walked to the living room. Looking at the box of
green carrots on the table, she reached out to take one out. The leaves were still on it, and it looked
particularly fresh. She went into the kitchen to cut one up. It was red inside, and very crunchy. She
didn’t have to peel the skin, it came off with a slight scratch. She took a bite, it was not spicy, and it
carried a hint of the taste of carrots. This is because in the polystyrene box was a cling wrapper. The
carrot tasted refreshing, particularly suitable for this weather.
Click, there was a sound of the room door unlocking. Dolores turned around to take a look. Very
quickly, Theresa walked in. Seeing that Dolores was sitting at the table eating carrots, she frowned.
She thought to herself, ‘has she gotten addicted to that?’
She changed her shoes and walked over, reaching out to flip open the box on the table. In it were a
whole row of fresh carrots. She looked at Dolores in surprise, “You bought so much? Can you finish
them?”
Chewing on the carrots in her mouth, Dolores shook her head, “I didn’t buy these.”
The carrot was crunchy, and munching sounds came from Dolores’ chew. Theresa was very curious,
are raw carrots so delicious?
She went into the kitchen, took the other half which Dolores had cut and took a bite. There was no
taste of the rawness of carrots. Although it wasn’t very yummy, but it was also not bad-tasting. She
walked out of the kitchen, “If it’s not you, who bought these?”
Dolores knew it in her heart, and she raised her head to look at Theresa, “I’ve only told you before that
I wanted to eat this, who else have you told?”
Theresa was speechless.
She pulled the chair and sat down, smiling, “Your husband is pretty thoughtful.”
She had only told Matthew before, so it could only be him who would have bought this.
She couldn’t deny that this guy is cool on the outside, but warm on the inside.
He is pretty thoughtful towards his wife.
“Although he is not by your side, but he is still very concerned about you.” Theresa said smilingly.
Dolores wasn’t too happy, it wasn’t because he had sent her some food, but it was because of what
happened the whole day.
“Have you given him the things?” She asked.
Theresa shook her head, “Not yet, he said he will come over, it seemed as if he was not in B City.”
She felt that, if he was in B City, she would send it over to him. But he had asked for it to be left here.
Dolores frowned, if he wasn’t in B City, where did he go with the two kids? Would they be in danger?
Logically, once they have settled the matter with Jeffery, there should be nothing else at the moment.
“What’s wrong?” Theresa asked in worry, “I noticed that the colour of your face has not been good
since you received that parcel in the afternoon. What is actually inside?”
Although Dolores had given her the parcel, but without Dolores’ permission, she still wouldn’t look at it.
“You take a look at it yourself, then you will understand.” Once Dolores thought of those photos, she felt
her mood sink. Although she knew that there might be a possibility that it was fake, but the photos
looked too real, as if it had really happened before.
She was also a woman, it was impossible that she would not be affected.
Unless she didn’t love Matthew. But she did. If any wife saw her husband’s photos on bed with other
women, it was impossible that they wouldn’t feel anything.
At the end of the day, she was also a woman, just an ordinary woman.
Dolores felt very tired, emotionally tired. She got up, “I’ll head out for some fresh air.”
Theresa reminded her, “Don’t come back too late, just walk around the area.”
She agreed and walked to the porch to change her shoes. At this moment, her handphone in her
pocket rang, on it was a string of unknown numbers, without a name.
She had changed her number since she came to C City, there were not many who knew her number.
What’s more, she had saved the numbers of those who knew her. If there was occasionally a strange
number, they were usually advertisements. She hung it up, and when she put it back into her pocket, it
rang again. She wasn’t in a good mood, but this person kept disturbing her. She answered in a huff.
“Hello.”
“It’s me.”
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