Chapter 150: Chapter 150



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He curved his lips into a wry smile. “It’s pretty hot, isn’t it?”

Dolores followed his gaze and looked down at her dress. Then she noticed that the raised hem of her driving dress hadn’t come down.

She was about to explain, but Matthew opened her car door. He grabbed her suit jacket and slung it over her shoulders. “Get in the car.”

She wondered when he took off his jacket, as she could apparently still feel his temperature in it. The jacket also exuded his unique scent, which smelled cold and pleasant. She liked it.

Dolores bent down and climbed into the car. She remembered that Terry had been in her tent. Then she asked nonchalantly, “Terry said you had asked him to delay the marriage, didn’t he?”

Matthew shot her a look. “He came to see you?”

Dolores knocked on the door earnestly. “Yes, he did.”

“It’s not a good time now.” After all, Sampson had just been booked into jail. If they revealed that Mary was relevant to a murder case, they would completely become the enemy of the Herbert Family.

It wasn’t because Matthew was afraid of the Herbert Family. They simply had their own rules in this circle.

However, Matthew had sensed that Landon was quite unhappy with him last time. He wondered what bad things Landon would do behind him next.

“Don’t worry. I wouldn’t end up with anything definite. It’s just not the time yet.”

Dolores was relieved. Although this matter was relevant to her, it wasn’t as important as it was to Terry. After all, this incident had killed her older brother, who didn’t deserve death even if he had made a mistake.

Matthew held her hand in his palm.

His broad, thick palm seemed to hold a magic that could comfort her. Dolores gradually calmed down.

“When the time comes, you don’t need to show up in person.” Matthew had planned that he would ask Terry to go to court by himself.

One of the Herbert Family’s children had already been sent to jail. If his daughter went, it would be a slap in their faces.

They would not be able to suppress the anger. Whoever was responsible would become the target of the Herbert Family’s revenge.

He couldn’t bear for Dolores to be the target.

“All right.” Dolores didn’t think about it as much as he did. After all, Mary and she had already become enemies long ago.

She felt a little tired, leaned against the back of the chair and closed her eyes.

Silence gradually covered the compartment. They chatted no more, lost in their own thoughts.

Suddenly, Dolores seemed to remember something. She turned to look at Matthew. “How is Beulah Shawn, did she find anything, why did she appear so suddenly, was she directed by anyone?”

Matthew looked away with his eyes shining. He said flatly, “It’s still under investigation.”

For Beulah’s death, he didn’t want to reveal it, so she wouldn’t think too much.

He would investigate the cause of her death and who was behind it.

Dolores nodded. Leaning against the back of the chair, she continued to rest. Just then, she felt vibrations in her phone. As if she had received an electrical injection in her hand, she flinched. Lowering her gaze, she slid her finger to unlock the phone screen. Another photo was sent to her, showing her, the one who had taken the old woman’s money.

Then she received another message: “You took the money and sold your body. Then you got pregnant unexpectedly. Don’t you want to know who the father of your child is?”.

Dolores’ hand could not stop trembling, uneasiness surged in her heart. She hurried to write a line, “Who are you, what is your purpose, how do you know this matter?” This time, without hesitation, he hit the send button.

“What’s wrong?” Matthew sensed her foul mood.

Dolores couldn’t help but breathe rapidly uncontrollably. She lied again nonchalantly, “Theresa was texting me about something at work.”

Matthew was not suspicious. He looked her in the face. “If you need anything, let me know.”

“Okay.” Dolores looked down.

How was she going to be able to tell him about this affair?

Tell him she’d sold herself?

Sell her body?

She didn’t know how much evidence this person had on his hands. She was so afraid that her dark history back then would be revealed in public.

Especially that he would know…..

Essentially, she was very insecure about Matthew and couldn’t trust him.

There was a deep and wide gap between Matthew and her.

She always wondered if he really didn’t care that she had lost her virginity.

Did he not care that she had already given birth?

He avoided such topics on purpose.

It wasn’t that he didn’t care.

He just deliberately ignored those issues.

Soon he received another message.

Dolores dialed it to read.

“I’m the party.”

Those simple words went like a bolt of lightning over her head.

The party?

Was that person the man from that night?

Dolores panicked.

At that moment, Maria was sitting in a bar booth, her unfinished drink on the table.

Curving her lips, she sent another message: “Anytime you want to meet me, just contact me. I heard your store opened today. Congratulations.”

The discomfort was getting deeper and deeper, occupying her whole body. She knew nothing about the other party, but the other party seemed to know everything about her, even what was going on around her.

She felt as if her life was being spied on, which disgusted her greatly.

It meant that there was this type of person, who could always jump out, address her and disturb her current life.

While she was lost in her thoughts, the car was parked in the villa.

There was another car parked next to them, which did not belong to Matthew or Dolores.

Matthew got out of the car. When he saw the car parked to the side, he frowned, looking increasingly annoyed.

“Good evening, Mr. Nelson.” Thomas was standing at the door waiting for him instead of staying inside the house.

Seeing them return, Thomas immediately approached.

“What have you come for?” his voice was slightly cold.

The elderly couple rarely came over. They suddenly came without informing him first, which made Matthew feel rather unhappy.

Thomas smiled, “Yes, they have something to tell you.”

As he spoke, he turned to look at Dolores. “This must be Miss Dolores.” Dolores was silent.

She didn’t know how to respond to that kind of title.

“Please hurry up and come in. Everyone is waiting for you in there.” Thomas moved to open the door for them with a smile.

Dolores froze in place. She looked at Matthew. “Have your parents come?”

Matthew didn’t answer. Obviously, they did come.

“They rarely came here.” His tone was deep, with a subtle sense of rejection.

For some reason, Dolores felt panic. Although she had met Victoria, she had not yet officially met Matthew’s father.

She felt as nervous as if an ugly daughter-in-law was going to meet the in-laws.

Seeing her hesitate, Matthew walked over to her and took her hand. “I’ll be with you. why are you so afraid?”

“I’m not afraid.” replied Dolores.

However, she felt nervous.

She wondered why they had come here.

At the bar…

Maria took a sip of wine. Feeling rather bored alone, she picked up her phone and sent two photos to Dolores. This time, she didn’t send the photos of Dolores, but of Samuel and Simona.

They were taken in the last few days.

This time she was well prepared.

She knew that what mattered most to Dolores were her two children.

They were now staying at Matthew’s villa and were followed by bodyguards every time they went out. She had no chance to do anything, but she could secretly take pictures of them.

She gulped the wine from her glass and sent a text message.

“Your kids look so cute. They look as much like you as their father.”

Dolores’ phone vibrated again. She tapped to read the message and panicked after reading it.

How could this person have the pictures of Samuel and Simona?

Was he watching her?

The trail of her life was exposed to a ‘stranger’, which made her hair stand on end.

Especially if it was related to the safety of her children, she couldn’t keep her cool any longer.

“What’s wrong?”

Dolores stopped suddenly. Matthew looked back at her.

She stared at him and lapsed into silence for a few seconds. “I forgot something at the store. I have to go back and get it.”

As she spoke, she held out her hand grasped by Matthew’s large hand.

“Is it that important?” Matthew looked at her hand which was clutching the phone hesitantly.

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