Chapter 140: Chapter 140



Matthew did not answer her.

Dolores had no choice but to sit patiently and quietly.

After a while, the car stopped at the hotel where she had been last time.

Dolores sat still in her seat, “Why did you bring me here?”

Matthew opened the door, pulled her off her wrist and walked into the lobby dragging her with him.

“What are you doing?” Dolores struggled to free her hand, but his hands were as strong as iron handcuffs.

Through the lobby, to the elevator and up, Matthew led her to the door of the room.

A beep sounded as he unlocked the door.

“What the hell are you doing? I have to get back, Samuel’s wound isn’t healed yet, I should be in there with him…” damn it!

Before she could finish the sentence, Matthew dragged her inside the room and closed the door behind her.

Dolores’ heart thudded, pounding in her chest. She had seen him angry, but she had never seen him so angry.

The air in the room felt still and empty, like the air before a violent storm. The deep voice coming from his chest felt the same, “Tell me, what’s wrong with you?” Dolores leaned against the closed door; her palms were sweaty.

She didn’t speak, but stared at him, trying to see his heart clearly. What kind of heart was hiding behind his handsome face?

“Why don’t you say anything?” His voice was still bone cold.

gⱯlnσν𝒆𝓁s․com, the heart of storytelling “I ran into Maria.” The hands hanging at her sides clenched into fists, palms damp and sticky with sweat.

Matthew frowned slightly, “So what?”.

Was that what she was suddenly angry about?

“He said something to me.”

Matthew remained silent waiting for her next words.

Dolores plucked up her courage and said, “She told me you raped her.”

She stared at him, “Is that true?”

She wanted him to deny, to prove that he wasn’t so cruel and heartless.

That he didn’t make anyone rape Maria.

That his heart wasn’t so cold.

But Matthew’s answer made her own heart grow cold.

“Yes.”

Her ears were ringing and her throat seemed to have a huge lump in it. She couldn’t speak for a long time.

She found her voice after a long time, “Why?”

“Why did you do that, didn’t you ever love her, how could you do this to her?” Dolores couldn’t understand.

She couldn’t accept that he was such a person.

She was used to his kindness. Somewhere deep in her heart, something snapped.

Just because of this man.

She was lost because of what he did.

“You’re angry just because of this?” Matthew’s eyes slowly changed from anger to calm as she continued to look at him.

“Is this a trivial matter, is your heart made of stone?”

Matthew reached up to push aside a lock of hair across his forehead, but Dolores turned her face away, avoiding his touch.

“Don’t touch me.”

“Are you that angry?” Matthew held his hand outstretched in front of her forehead and then gently stroked her nose, “Why are you so angry?”

“I don’t want you to be such a cruel person.” She blurted out the words in her heart.

She only realized how upset she was after saying that.

She couldn’t accept that he was such a person.

Looking at her angry face, Matthew felt extremely attracted to her.

Although she didn’t reject his touch now, she had never opened her heart like that in front of him.

She had always been reserved.

He stroked her cheek with his fingers, resting on her brow bone. He paused for a long moment, his smile deepening, “Why don’t you want me to be cruel?”

Dolores avoided his gaze in panic. Her heart seemed to be swimming in a stormy ocean, unable to calm itself through the ups and downs.

Why did she hope he wouldn’t be cruel?

Because he already seemed to care about her.

Matthew’s smile remained unbroken and his sharp eyes pierced her, “Are you afraid I’ll treat you the same way?” As if by default, Dolores remained silent.

Yes, she feared he would treat her with the same cruelty.

“I’ll never do that to you.” Matthew drew her into his arms.

Dolores wanted to pull away from him almost instinctively, but just as she tried to react, Matthew grabbed her hands and caught her firmly with only using twenty percent of his strength.

“I’ll never do that to you!”

“How should I know?” Dolores had never been so out of control in front of him, but she was genuinely scared.

Putting his arm around her waist, he pulled her body closer to his and released her hands. Her fists fell to her chest, she was too agitated and Matthew feared she would hurt him, so he held her hands again.

“Let go… Phew!”

Before she could finish speaking, he held her head and kissed her on the lips. All her words were blocked deep in her throat. His kiss was forceful and commanding, giving her no time to breathe.

The sudden kiss was like a storm that catches people off guard. His taste was intense on her tongue.

Her resistance was insignificant in the face of his passion.

All her emotions were lost in his deep kiss.

Slowly, her body softened in his embrace.

He kissed her forehead, her eyebrows and then the corners of her eyes, “I don’t know what I like so much about you, but I like you.” There was no reason.

If he really had to come up with one, it was that she had an inexplicable sense of familiarity, which he was deeply attracted to.

Tears began to fall from her eyes without warning.

Matthew wiped her tears away, “Why are you crying?”

He didn’t know what was wrong, but his heart ached so much.

When she heard Armand say that Matthew had slept with Mary, she felt depressed.

She herself was not a virgin, so she shouldn’t care who she had slept with in the past, but her heart still hurt terribly.

She later learned that Matthew had raped Maria. This news had shocked her greatly.

Matthew hugged her and gently stroked her back with his hand, “I have a line that not just anyone can touch. Those who touch it without my permission must pay the price.”

Dolores closed her eyes, released all the doubts and fear in her heart.

She asked bitterly, “What do you like about me? Don’t you think you’re too impulsive?”

His eyes were deep and dark, and his lips curved into a slight smile, “I’ve never been so sure in all my life. Sometimes being confused and impulsive is fun, too.” Dolores didn’t know what to make of him-should she leave? She wondered.

Right now, all the people she cared about were right under her nose. It was too unrealistic to think she could leave without him noticing.

Her fate had become a jumbled mess since she had been reunited with him.

She had never thought of going back to that place of which she had no good memories.

But everything changed thanks to him.

Was this her destiny?

Suddenly, the phone in her pocket vibrated. He wiped away his tears and pulled out the phone. It was Samuel’s call; she picked it up.

“Hello, Samuel!

“Mom, it’s me, Simona, when are you coming back, is daddy with you, when will daddy be back?” Simona’s soft voice came through the phone and Dolores could hear the anticipation in her voice.

“Daddy hasn’t been back all day, I miss him.” Simona sat cross-legged on the couch. She had called Dolores on the sly using Samuel’s smart watch when Samuel was away.

“Mom, Dad won’t leave us, will he?”

Dolores held the phone tightly in her hand and looked at Matthew as she answered, “…. No”.

She comforted her daughter.

“Really?” Simona couldn’t hide the joy and excitement in her voice, “Mommy, I’m so happy. I am not a fatherless child, I will have a father too. Mommy, I am very happy. No one will ever say that we are orphans…. Simona… Who are you calling? No… show me quickly…”

Samuel’s voice was heard, followed by some noise and the call was soon disconnected.

Dolores held the phone for a long time. She was pained by Simona’s words. She had raised the two of them herself. There had been a lot of gossip about her unwed pregnancy and people had called her a whore.

It wasn’t nice to hear.

Simona must have heard it too, otherwise she wouldn’t have said it.

Until now she had thought she had protected her children very well, but it turned out that they had been hurt pretty badly.

Matthew put his arms around her trembling shoulders, “Let’s go back.”

Dolores nodded. For her daughter’s sake, she couldn’t leave him now.

If that day came, it would be his destiny and nothing could stop him.

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