Chapter 133: Chapter 133



Coral was wearing an apron. She had come to the kitchen to make breakfast but when she got to the kitchen she found that Dolores was already up and mumbling something to herself in the kitchen as she made breakfast.

“Oh! It’s nothing.” Said Dolores to him, not daring to look her in the eye, “Where are the eggs?”.

“In the fridge.” Coral opened the fridge and checked that the eggs were gone. She turned around and saw them placed next to the sink. “Aren’t they there, next to you?”.

“Huh?” Dolores turned to see the eggs on the counter and remembered that she had already taken them out. She had tried to deflect the subject and had failed miserably. She smiled sheepishly, “I’d forgotten!”.

Coral smiled too, as if she understood what she was hiding. However, she said nothing.

She came closer: “Let me help you. Tell me what the children like to eat and I’ll prepare it for them.”

“They’re not very picky.” Dolores whisked the eggs, preparing to make steamed eggs. She had been living here for a few days and was familiar with Coral’s craftsmanship.

Most of Coral’s dishes were nutritionally balanced.

With Coral’s cooking, no additional preparation was necessary.

“It’s good that they’re not picky.” said Coral.

Picky kids tend to lack certain nutrients.

“Yes.” Dolores replied with a smile.

They prepared breakfast together. Perhaps because they knew each other from before, they didn’t feel overwhelmed and had a good rapport.

At seven o’clock, the originally quiet village became lively.

Samuel’s face was no longer so puffy. Thinking he must be getting bored in the room, Jessica dressed him and helped him wash his face. Then, she ran out to the living room to find her sister.

She had slept well the night before. He didn’t know at what point his mother and sister had left leaving him alone in the room.

When he woke up he felt disappointed.

He felt wronged. He was still hurt; how could Mom leave him?

His little face looked unhappy as he sat on the living room couch in anger.

Compared to Samuel’s unhappy face, Simona was very happy.

For the first time, she had slept on her father’s arm. She was so excited that she couldn’t sleep much all night. She didn’t fall asleep until dawn, when she dozed off from exhaustion. She was still asleep. Lying on the pillow with half her face sunk into it, her little pink lips slightly open with a trail of drool at the corner of her lips.

Matthew sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at her and frowning in disgust, “Still drooling.”

She really didn’t know what disgusted him.

There was a smile on his face like he was having a good dream. She smiled sleepily and called out sweetly and softly, “Daddy.”

Matthew’s expression changed as he stared at her, and then he reached out and pinched her cheek. Simona twisted her head sleepily and Matthew withdrew his hand and thought. How nice it would have been if you were really my daughter.”

It was not a good subject for him. He got up and went to the bathroom. He came back late last night and then was disturbed by Simona; he fell asleep without even showering and his shirt was already wrinkled and stuck to his body.

Soon there was the sound of running water coming out of the bathroom. After a while, he came out with a towel wrapped around his waist.

Simona seemed to be sleeping soundly in bed.

He looked at her and opened the dresser.

In the large closet, her suits, shirts, belts and other accessories were neatly laid out and hung. There were no extravagant colors, there were only calm, formal colors.

The sound of the sliding door woke Simona. She rubbed her eyes and sounded that her father was no longer beside her. She pouted, wanting to cry.

Seeing the closet door open, she crawled out of bed without a sound and ran barefoot to the closet door to see her dad.

Fortunately, her father hadn’t left her.

She leaned against the side of the door frame, secretly watching him.

Matthew was standing in front of the full-length mirror, buckling the metal buckle on his belt.

The pants that enveloped his slender legs had a sleek look to them.

Her upper body was bare, with well-defined, honey-colored muscles glistening with water droplets. To Simona’s eyes, the hanging lights from the ceiling made her tall, slender body noble and rebellious.

She pulled the towel to one side and dried her hair and upper body with it, blocking Simona’s line of sight.

She couldn’t help but sigh. Dad was really handsome.

His figure was unreal.

At the thought of having slept in his arms the night before, she blushed and smiled, exposing a row of small pearly teeth.

She turned over quietly, climbed into bed and tried to go back to sleep.

She was very sleepy.

It was her father’s bed and it was full of his fragrance. She wanted to lie in it for a while.

She buried her face in the comforter and breathed in deeply, trying to fill herself with her father’s fragrance. She closed her eyes, feeling his warmth all around her, and slowly drifted back to sleep.

Matthew came out neatly dressed and found her still sleeping in bed. She was still sleeping, but the quilt that covered her at first was now underneath her.

He picked her up and put her under the comforter. Seeing that she showed no sign of waking soon, he went outside to go downstairs.

Coral was at the foot of the stairs. He was going to tell her to come down for breakfast. Seeing him come down, she said to Dolores. “It’s time to eat.” Dolores responded and brought breakfast to the table.

Samuel stared at the man who had just come downstairs.

This heartless man tried to take his mom away from him He was angry, really angry!

Matthew shot him a contemptuous look-why was he making such a face so early in the morning?

“Doesn’t your face hurt anymore?”

“No.” Samuel snorted coldly as he climbed down from the couch and made his way to the dining room table following Dolores. He was going to keep an eye on her today so Matthew couldn’t take advantage.

Dolores looked at her son who was sticking to her like a tail, “Sit down and eat!”. “Sit with me.” Samuel urged.

“Okay.” Dolores smiled at him and saw that he didn’t look happy. “Does your head hurt?”

Samuel wanted to say it didn’t hurt but he saw Matthew approaching so he threw himself into Dolores’ arms acting like a baby, “My head hurts, my head hurts.”

Dolores picked him up, “Let me see.”

“No, just hold me.” Samuel hugged her tightly by the neck.

Matthew was speechless.

There was Simona by night and Samuel by day. Did they not want him to live?

Samuel sat on Dolores’ lap as she ate and asked her to feed him.

This was the most contemptuous thing she had ever felt.

Simona liked these things.

But right now, she was really enjoying herself, and it was good for her mom too.

“Is Simona still asleep?” Jessica asked.

“She went to bed late.” Dolores said.

Jessica nodded. She also knew that Simona had cried and waited for Matthew last night.

Suddenly Dolores’ phone rang on the table. It was Theresa’s call, she told her that the store had been renovated and that Mrs. William would be there this morning.

“I’ve booked the hotel. Go meet her at the airport. Her flight lands at nine.”

“Okay.” Dolores hung up after agreeing.

“I need to go to the bathroom.” Samuel wanted to go to the bathroom.

“I’ll take you.”

“No need.” Samuel waved his hand dismissively. He wanted to poop and didn’t want his mother to wipe it for him.

He could wipe his own ass.

When Samuel left, Dolores put her head down to eat porridge.

“Are you going out today?” Matthew took the initiative to start the conversation. He sensed she was avoiding him because she hadn’t said a word to him since he got up.

She hummed in response.

“Where are you going, I’ll drop you off.”

“No, you have to go to the office. I have a car too.” Dolores declined.

Thinking about her initiative last night, she felt embarrassed.

She didn’t even dare to face him alone.

Matthew’s eyes narrowed – the car he had given her?

Why did it feel like he was hitting her foot with an axe?

He just wanted to be nice to her, how did she end up hindering him?

After breakfast, Dolores went out after Matthew, just to stagger the time.

But who knew that when she came out, Matthew would still be waiting for her leaning against his car.

She plucked up her courage and walked over, “Why didn’t you leave?”

Matthew answered her question with his own, “Are you avoiding me?”.

Dolores denied, “No.”

Matthew said, “Good, then come.”

Dolores lowered her head and whispered, “We’re not going the same way…”. Matthew saw her ears turn red. Was she shy?

What was she ashamed of?

Why was she awkward?

Suddenly, he remembered that she had kissed him the night before.

Matthew grabbed her around the waist, wrapping his arms around her and moved to her lips, “You should kiss me a few more times. If you get used to it you won’t feel so embarrassed.”

Dolores gasped.

This man…

“Come on quickly.” Dolores was very sorry. If she had gotten in the car faster, she wouldn’t have been teased by him.

Matthew smiled, releasing her and climbing into the driver’s seat.

As the car reached the intersection, a dark shadow suddenly stepped out and stepped in front of the car.

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