Matthew asked, "Are you angry?"
Dolores shook her head and said, "No."
But she felt uncomfortable.
Jessica brought breakfast over. Matthew lifted her quilt and carried her up to the bathroom to wash up,
then put her in the chair at the table. Dolores said, "I don't want to eat right now. Put me to bed."
Matthew put her to bed. She pulled the quilt over her and turned her side with her back to him, "You eat
first. I'm a bit sleepy. I'll eat later."
Jessica set the food down and came over, "You sleep during the day and at night. Can you still sleep
now, huh? Let's eat first. The food will get cold later."
She didn't know that Dolores was having a tantrum with Matthew.
She came over and kept persuading Dolores, "You're not just eating for yourself now. You have to think
of the baby in your belly. Come on, get up. Let's eat first."
Dolores didn't say anything.
Matthew stood still and looked at her with an expressionless face.
Jessica looked at Dolores and then at Matthew and seemed to sense that they appeared to have had a
fight.
She didn't know who was right and who was wrong, but the first thing she did was to take Dolores' side,
"You had a fight? You know best the state of Lola's health right now. How come you're still arguing with
her?"
Matthew didn't explain and just looked at Dolores.
Jessica was now sure that they might have had a fight. Dolores was pregnant and she had been
brought up by her. Of course, she took her side, "How can you fight with Lola at this time? She's risking
her life to give you a baby and you're pissing her off?"
Jessica's words get harsher and harsher, "You're really going too far ..."
"No. We didn't fight." Dolores couldn't listen to Jessica reprimand Matthew anymore. She lifted the quilt,
"I'm going to eat."
Jessica was confused, "You didn't have a fight? Then what are you mad about?"
She wasn't even eating?
"When did I get mad?" Dolores denied.
"You look like someone owes you money. Are you really not mad?" Jessica walked away, "Come over
for breakfast."
Matthew picked her up and put her in a chair at the table. Dolores picked up her spoon and as she was
about to drink her porridge, she noticed that Matthew wasn't sitting down. She looked up, "You're not
eating?"
Matthew didn't say anything and just felt a headache. He was exasperated by this woman.
She wasn't capricious, only once in a while, but he just couldn't do anything about it and had to coax
her.
Dolores knew she shouldn't do that and reached out to pull him along, "I was wrong. Come on, let's
eat. You have to go to the office later.
Matthew then sat down, "I'm going to be pissed off at you sooner or later."
Dolores was speechless.
She scooped a spoonful of porridge and handed it to his mouth, "I was wrong, and I'll change later.
Don't you be angry!"
Matthew felt both funny and annoying. When had this woman become so torturous?
Jessica saw that and smiled as she closed the door behind her.
Matthew pushed her hand away, "Stop it. Don't think I won't be angry if you do this!"
Dolores refused and passed the spoon to his mouth again. The porridge on the spoon stained his lips,
"Okay, you can continue to be angry, but you have to eat. You can't live on air either."
Matthew was speechless.
He pinched her cheeks in anger, "You did that on purpose, didn't you?"
"Ouch ..."
Dolores turned her head to stop him from pinching her cheeks.
Matthew ate the porridge she handed him. That little bit of disagreement between them just now was
sort of over.
After eating, Matthew carried her back to bed and left.
Jessica came over to clear the dishes and asked her, "Did you have a fight?"
Dolores said, "No."
"No?" Jessica was clearly not convinced.
Dolores then told her what had happened. As soon as she heard that Dolores wanted to go out,
Jessica immediately said, "It's your fault. Normally, no one would have said anything if you wanted to
go out. But what is your situation now? How can you be so capricious? No wonder Matthew's angry. If it
were me, I'd have to be angry too."
Dolores was speechless.
She said resentfully, "Are you my mother, or his mother? How are you taking sides with him?"
"I'm taking sides with the right person." Jessica gave her a look, "Now you stay out here, and think
about what you did."
Dolores was speechless again.
She lay back down in aggravation. She had just finished her meal and was lying down, so she felt
rather uncomfortable in her stomach. Then she sat up again.
At this time, Matthew walked in and Dolores looked at him, "Didn't you go to the office?"
Matthew said he hadn't gone.
"Then where did you go?"
Matthew, "I went to see the doctor."
Dolores blinked and asked nervously, "Is there something wrong with me?"
"I said I was taking you out." Matthew came over.
Dolores was lost in thought for a moment. When she came back to her senses, she smiled joyfully,
"Thank you."
Matthew grunted, "Now you even dare to throw a tantrum with me. Do I dare disobey you?"
Dolores stretched her two thin white arms around his waist and pouted, "I've apologized. Why are you
still talking about it? That's no way for a man to behave."
Matthew was speechless.
If he wasn't a man, was he a woman?
Dolores smiled, "Thank you."
Matthew didn't want her thanks, "We're not going out until near noon."
Dolores nodded immediately, "Yes."
As long as she was allowed to go out.
She called Noah and told him not to come and pick her up.
Armand had also been discharged this morning, but the doctor had asked him to recuperate at home.
Once out of the hospital, Armand pestered Theresa to get a marriage license.
Theresa said she would wait until he was well enough to get the marriage license, but Armand refused
and insisted on going now. For the sake of his injury, Theresa agreed.
It took only an hour to get it done. They got out of the Civil Affairs Bureau and took the car home. As he
had spoken to Elizabeth in advance, Elizabeth had asked Dora to clean up the house, open the
bedroom windows for ventilation and change all the bedding to new ones.
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