Chapter 130: Chapter 130



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The night was quiet.

Matthew’s car pulled up in front of the villa and the headlights were turned off. He opened the door and got out.

He walked across the front yard to the villa door and pushed it open to reveal the living room, lit with a soft yellow night light. It was quiet, as if everyone had gone to sleep; nothing could be heard.

He took off his jacket and threw it on the couch. Pulling on his collar, he made his way to the room where Samuel slept.

Opening the door, he saw that the light was still on. Dolores was lying on the side of the bed with Simona in her arms.

Simona’s eyes were red as if she had just cried. She was sleeping, but still sobbing from time to time.

Matthew had not returned. She had sat on the couch waiting for him and hadn’t wanted to sleep.

No matter what Dolores tried, she could not persuade her.

When it was almost midnight, she still didn’t want to sleep, though her eyelids drooped sleepily. Dolores picked her up and carried her into the bedroom, but the girl burst into tears and asked if her daddy didn’t love her anymore.

Dolores had hugged her and kissed her on the cheek, told her it wasn’t true.

But she hadn’t believed her. Children raised by only one parent were that insecure, Simona was no different.

She kept saying as she lay buried in Dolores’ arms that she was a fatherless child.

She had cried and Dolores had cried with her.

Later she was tired of crying and had fallen asleep in Dolores’ arms.

Dolores was still holding her, she would not let her go and had fallen asleep with her.

Samuel was sleeping on the other side of the bed. The bed was wide so the three of them didn’t look crowded. Matthew reached over and gently removed Dolores’ arm from around Simona and put it around her neck. He wrapped his own arms around her waist and lifted her up.

Dolores felt someone move her. She opened her eyes and saw it was Matthew. She said sleepily, “You…” He shushed her with a look.

Dolores swallowed the words and let Matthew lead her out of the room.

Matthew took her upstairs.

“Have you been drinking?” asked Dolores.

The smell of alcohol on her body was very strong, mixed with perfume.

“Yes.”

Dolores lowered her eyes, “Who have you been drinking with?”

She didn’t want to mention Maria, so she said, “No one you need to worry about.” Dolores smiled but said nothing.

Looking at her carefree smile, Matthew asked, “What’s with the smile?”

Dolores said half seriously, “You’re a married man, you don’t beat around the bush outside.”

Matthew smiled faintly and pressed his forehead against hers, “Then satisfy me so I don’t look outside.”

As he spoke, he pushed open the door to the upstairs bedroom with his foot.

Dolores had never entered this room before. The light in the room was very dim and there are shadows everywhere. Compared to the room downstairs, this one was deep and dark. The main color theme was black and gray, filled with a sense of oppression and aggressiveness.

Matthew placed her on a large soft bed. Her body sank into the mattress as he leaned over her, arms resting on her sides.

He looked down at her from above.

Dolores felt a little uncomfortable and turned her head slightly.

Matthew held her chin, not letting go.

“Look at me.” He ordered her.

He took her hand and placed it over his heart. He could feel her hand on his chest through his shirt. Her voice was deep and low, “How are you willing to pay me?”

“Pay… What are you…?” Dolores was rigid and didn’t dare move.

She was afraid he would lose control.

Her arms softened as he leaned into her body, pressing herself against him. He buried his head in her neck and greedily kissed her fragrant hair, neck and earlobes….

The heat of his breath broke her into a thousand pieces, making her feel numb and itchy at the same time.

She was really nervous.

He was also indulgent: “I’ve done so much for you, shouldn’t you reward me?”.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Dolores pretended to be calm, but her hand was already squeezing the quilt tightly, wrinkling the soft fabric.

She held his earlobe between her teeth, biting it. Dolores pushed it away forcefully, “You’re drunk…”

“I’m not drunk. I know exactly what I’m doing.” He spelled each word clearly, especially the word I.

The tip of his tongue played with her earlobe, “I let you stay here with the children. How are you going to satisfy me?”

Dolores’ heart trembled with her body.

Simona seemed to love him very much and had become very dependent on him in such a short time.

She had never seen her daughter cry so sadly, especially his phrase ‘I am a fatherless child’ hurt her deeply.

Tears slipped from the corners of her eyes and down her temples, losing themselves in her hair. She said hoarsely, “Keep your promise.”

“I will.”

He inhaled deeply of her fragrance, his fingers deftly stripping her of her clothing.

Dolores shuddered.

Matthew embraced her and calmed her heart, soothing her gently, “Don’t be afraid.” With a single sentence, he tore her heart that hid fear and trepidation.

Her body trembled uncontrollably.

Tears fell onto her shirt, soaking her. Matthew looked at her crying face, with deep, dark eyes, “I’m not a wolf, I won’t eat you, why are you crying?”

Dolores sniffled and said stiffly, “I didn’t cry.” Matthew was speechless.

Her shirt was all wet, and yet she was lying?

Matthew wiped away her tears and said softly, “If you’re not willing, I won’t force you…”

Before he could finish the sentence, he was suddenly kissed on the lips.

Dolores took the initiative to kiss him.

For the first time.

Mathew was taken aback.

He stared at her kissing him with wide eyes.

His heart overflowed with emotions, he couldn’t control it.

He soon came to his senses and responded enthusiastically, holding her head and deepening the kiss.

The temperature in the room began to rise, becoming hotter and more passionate.

Just as he was about to go further, there was a sudden knock at the door.

His movements stopped as he looked at Dolores.

Her face flushed instantly, as if on fire.

They knocked on the door again.

Who was it this time?

Matthew frowned, suddenly interrupted. He finally let Dolores go very reluctantly.

He was a normal man and he felt desire for his wife.

Who was bothering him at the moment?

Dolores pushed him away when there was a knock at the door again, “It may be Simona…”

“Don’t move.” Reluctant as he was, being interrupted at that moment he couldn’t ignore it and continue. He got up and pulled the quilt over Dolores. Then he went to open the door.

Simona stood in the doorway with wide, red eyes, looking up. When she saw it was Matthew, she began to cry disconsolately, “Daddy.”

She sobbed softly, “I thought you didn’t love me anymore.”

Matthew squatted down and stared at her, “Of course I love you.” Simona jumped into his arms and hugged his neck tightly.

His neck became moist and sticky from her tears.

Matthew looked silently up at the sky, “You love to cry so much. You sure take after your mommy.”

Dolores snuggled quietly into the comforter, listening silently to the movements at the door.

Matthew spoke to Simona patiently and Dolores smiled slightly.

It was a smile full of bitterness and pain.

If he was willing to give a little warmth to his daughter, it was worth it, too.

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