"Yes, it is. I don't believe in previous lives either." Wendy smiled.
"Mrs. Nelson." Coral came over, "Where did you put the ingredients for the last soup? I'm trying to
make a soup and I can't find the ingredients." Coral walked over and said.
Dolores hadn't cooked recently, nor had she made any soup. But taking Coral's hint, Dolores quickly
reacted, "Oh, I'll find it for you."
With that, she stood up and said to Wendy, "Have a seat. I'll go in and help her look for it."
Wendy nodded, but in her heart, she felt contempt for Dolores' hypocrisy. Coral was just a servant, and
she treated her like family. Was she showing her kindness in front of her?
Dolores was already walking towards the kitchen and did not notice Wendy's contemptuous gaze, yet
Coral accidentally saw it. She walked towards the kitchen with her head down.
Only when she entered the kitchen did Dolores ask, "Did you call me for something?"
Coral didn't answer her but brought in a chair from outside. Dolores looked confused, not
understanding what she was doing.
"Coral ..."
"Mrs. Nelson. "Coral helped her sit down. Dolores sat down and asked with a smile, "Coral, what's
wrong with you?"
Coral glanced out and whispered, "Who the hell is that Miss Miller out there?"
Dolores replied, "She's Boyce's girlfriend."
Coral's eyes widened, looking incredulous, "What? Boyce's girlfriend?"
Realizing that her voice was a little too loud, Coral quickly covered her mouth.
Dolores didn't understand why she was making such a fuss and asked, "Yeah, what's wrong? Why do
you look so surprised?"
Coral folded her arms, "How can she be good enough for Boyce?"
Dolores with amusement, "Why?"
Coral analyzed, "Look, Boyce is very decent and nice to people. Look at this woman, she looks shrewd
and cunning. Also, seeing that you are pregnant and holding a child as big as Simona, she doesn't
have any self-awareness and keeps pulling you to talk. I just couldn't stand it, so I called you in on
purpose."
Dolores sighed, "You can only say this to me. Don't let anyone else hear it. After all, Boyce personally
introduced her to us. We have to respect her. Even for Boyce's sake, we have to treat her well."
She was also a little uncomfortable in her heart. It wasn't because Wendy didn't care about other
people's feelings, but, although she said she couldn't let go of Boyce, she looked as if she wasn't that
worried.
If Matthew's whereabouts were unknown, she was afraid she would not be in the mood to run to
someone else's house and offer to have dinner at their home.
"Alas ..." Dolores sighed, "This time, Boyce is suffering because of us. For his sake, Coral, you have to
be warm to Wendy."
Coral said, "I know. I won't let her see that I don't like her."
Coral washed her hands and continued cooking, "I just don't think she deserves someone as good as
Boyce."
Because of Boyce and Matthew's relationship, Coral knew Boyce before Dolores did and naturally
knew him well.
"I used to think that he would find a very nice girl for sure. Who knew he'd find such a ... Wendy looks
pretty, but she just doesn't give me a really good feeling." Coral thought she was not good enough for
Boyce.
Dolores looked at Coral's back as she cooked and curled her lips helplessly. If she knew that Wendy
was married for the second time, she would surely feel even more that she was not good enough for
Boyce, right?
"Coral, why don't you make a soup?" Matthew wasn't idle these days. He didn't sleep well at night, and
he looked a little tired.
"Okay," Coral answered.
Dolores stood up.
Coral turned around, "You're going out?"
"It's not good to leave her alone in the living room." Dolores patted Coral on the shoulder, "It'll look like
we're being rude."
Dolores was right. She nodded, "That must've been rough for you. It's obvious you have nothing to say
and she has to find something to say."
Dolores held her forehead and laughed. She was helpless, but at the same time, she thought Coral
was right.
It was true that her chat with Wendy was a bit stiff and not harmonious.
She walked out of the kitchen, and instead of sitting on the couch in the living room, Wendy was
standing in front of the wine cabinet and looking at the wines. She seemed to know a lot about it, and
Dolores didn't know anything about it. She walked over, "Do you like wine?"
At the moment, Wendy was holding a bottle of red wine. Dolores couldn't recognize what kind of wine it
was and how it tasted.
When she saw her coming, Wendy put the wine back and said with a smile, "Found it?"
Dolores replied, then took the bottle she had just looked at out of the wine compartment and asked,
"You know something about red wine?"
"Slightly. This wine is a limited edition, from Chateau Latour in F country, which has won many gold
medals in wine awards. It has a complex and powerful aroma, and it tastes so smooth and balanced.
Moreover, it has a long, rich aftertaste that makes you want to drink it again." Wendy said with
particular insight.
Although Dolores also occasionally drank red wine before, she did not study it nor did she know that
much. And she stopped drinking even more after she got pregnant.
She couldn't tell anything, and just as she reached to put the wine back in the compartment, Wendy
asked, "Is this from Mr. Nelson's collection?"
The row of wine cabinets had always held a variety of wines, but Matthew didn't drink much. At least
with her, she rarely saw him drinking alone in the house.
Since he made a wine cabinet dedicated to wine, he must have liked it. Just like there were a lot of
limited edition cars in the garage. Even if he didn't drive them much, he would buy them. It seemed like
men were very keen on cars, and so might be the wine.
"We also need to entertain when we have guests. It's not really a collection." Dolores did not mention
Matthew.
Wendy smiled.
"Are you thirsty?" Dolores asked.
Wendy said, "No, I'm not thirsty."
"This place is decorated in style. I see every ornament in here is tasteful. Did you decorate it?" Wendy
admired the layout and decoration of the villa.
"We got someone to design and decorate it." Although the house was like this when Dolores lived in it,
she didn't think Matthew had that kind of time to get the house himself. He should have paid someone
to design and decorate it.
"Mrs. Nelson, dinner is ready." Coral came over and said.
Dolores nodded, "You take Miss Miller to wash her hands."
Coral said yes and made an inviting gesture toward Wendy, "Miss Miller, this way please."
Wendy followed Coral to the bathroom.
Dolores breathed a sigh of relief and headed for the second floor. She pushed open the bedroom door
and saw Matthew lying on the bed with Amanda in his arms and reading 'Peppa Pig' to her.
Amanda's eyes were open, and her long eyelashes fluttering, and she looked like she was listening
very carefully.
Such a quiet picture made Dolores calm down as well. She smiled, "Dinner's ready."
Matthew tilted his head and saw Dolores standing in the doorway. He put down the book he was
reading and kissed Amanda on the cheek, "We're going down to dinner."
Amanda nodded.
Matthew pinched her cheeks, "Do you want to walk by yourself, or should I carry you?"
Amanda reached out, meaning to let him hold her. Matthew picked his daughter up, "I can hold you, but
you can't let Mommy hold you anymore. Can you promise me?"
Amanda wrapped her arms around him and didn't say anything.
"If you don't say anything, I'll take that as a yes." Matthew walked over with her in his arms, looked
down at Dolores' belly, then reached out and touched it, "In the future, don't you hold her anymore."
Now Dolores' belly was getting bigger and bigger. It was easy to press her belly when she was holding
Amanda like that.
Dolores hurriedly removed his hand and reminded, "We have a guest at home."
Matthew frowned, "She didn't leave?"
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