Chapter 162: Chapter 162



Hospital.

Dolores was sent to the examination room. Matthew sat in the row of chairs in the hallway and glanced from time to time at the door to the examination room.

Soon, the door to the exam room opened and ‘Dolores’ came out with the help of the nurse. Matthew got up, walked over to her and held out his hand to support her.

He then looked at the doctor who had followed them and asked, “How is she?”.

The doctor removed his mask, “It’s nothing serious. Psychologically, she doesn’t look too good, she must have been pretty scared. He just sprained his foot slightly, the bone and muscles are fine. He just needs to recover for a few days.

‘Dolores’ took the opportunity to lean into Matthew’s arms and said shyly, “I’m fine. Don’t worry.”

Suddenly, Matthew frowned and looked at her. His voice…

“Oh, I choked on the smoke when the van caught fire, so my voice got hoarse.” Dolores explained quickly. She grabbed Matthew’s arm, “Let’s hurry home, I miss Samuel and Simona.”

Matthew didn’t move. He felt something was wrong. He had been sensing that something wasn’t right ever since Boyce was able to find ‘Dolores’ so easily.

As to what was wrong, he wasn’t really sure. In short, the feeling he was getting from ‘Dolores’ was different.

“Did you choke on the smoke?” the doctor asked.

‘Dolores’ hands trembled slightly. She couldn’t bribe the doctor, so she was worried that he might say something unfavorable to her. She couldn’t think what to answer for a while.

Every journey starts at gαℓησν𝒆𝓁s․c𝗈𝗆 “If you choked on the heavy smoke, your voice may change for some time, but you will be able to recover after a period of recovery.” The doctor did not notice her strangeness.

But Matthew, who was standing very close to her, could tell her nervousness in an instant.

Why was she nervous?

Why hadn’t she mentioned earlier that she’d hurt her throat?

“Thank you, doctor.” ‘Dolores’ breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, the face could be changed with plastic surgery but the voice was very difficult to copy.

“No way! I’m just doing my job. For the patients brought in by Mr. Nelson, of course we have to do our best.” Much of the advanced medical equipment in this hospital was funded by the WY Group and he was in awe of Matthew.

There were many wealthy people, but how many of them were willing to contribute to society without asking for anything in return?

Thanks to the WY Group funding, they had saved a lot of money on medical equipment. They had reduced many fees to treat patients and had been able to help many families who had no money to go to the doctor.

Dolores saw that the doctor respected Matthew and that his value had also increased because of it. This made her feel very good. She took the initiative to take Matthew by the hand and said, “Matthew, let’s go home.”

Matthew, who had been lost in thought, was brought back to his senses by Dolores’ voice. He looked down at his feet and asked, “Can you walk?”

“It hurts a little.” ‘Dolores’ took the opportunity to lean even more on his arms, acting coquettishly, “Or, how about lifting me up? I’m very thin, I don’t weigh anything.”

Suddenly, seeing her act like this, Matthew couldn’t feel anything in his heart. Whenever he was next to Dolores or had any physical contact, his heart used to beat wildly. But now that she was taking the initiative, he felt nothing at all. He looked at ‘Dolores’, trying to see something in her. However, her face was clearly ‘hers’, with the same nose, mouth and eyes….

“What’s the matter, is there something on my face?” ‘Dolores’ reached out to touch his face and asked cautiously, “What’s wrong with you?”

Matthew shook his head, “Nothing.”

Saying that, he reached down and lifted her up. Dolores wrapped her arms around his neck and looked up into his face. Handsome and decidedly cool, his aggressive, sword-sharp eyebrows, his noble aura and straight nose making him look like a beautiful sculpture. His facial lines and thin, tightly pressed lips gave him a reserved and determined look. He exuded unfathomable perfection.

Dolores stared at him dazedly.

She was still staring at him when Matthew pulled her into the car. Matthew frowned, inexplicably not liking to be looked at like that.

His movements became a little heavier. ‘Dolores’ snapped back to reality and acted like a spoiled child to him again, “You’re hurting me.”

Her tone was clearly very ambiguous and intimate, but Matthew’s mood did not fluctuate at all.

This feeling was too strange.

He pondered deeply over the words of comfort for ‘Dolores’ that hung on the tip of his tongue, but ended up not saying them. He climbed into the car quietly and drove away.

“Are we going home?” asked ‘Dolores’.

‘Home?

Matthew looked at her.

She smiled at him, “What’s the matter?”

“Nothing.”

After saying this, Matthew didn’t say anything again.

‘Dolores’ noticed that Matthew didn’t seem to want to talk, so, to avoid her suspicions, he didn’t open his mouth again to speak.

It wasn’t until the car stopped at the hotel that ‘Dolores’ sensed something was wrong.

Shouldn’t they have gone back to the villa?

“What are we doing here…?” But then she shut up immediately, as if something had suddenly occurred to her. A shy blush rose to her cheeks.

It was that Matthew wanted to….

The more she thought about it, the more excited she became. It was only the first day and Matthew was going to be intimate with her, how could she not be excited?

Matthew got out of the car and opened the door for her. Her cheeks flushed.

“Why is your face red?”

‘Dolores’ lowered her head and said coyly, “You brought me to a hotel and then ask me what I do? Stop it. I hate you.”

Going to a room in a hotel? wasn’t it about sleeping together?

What else could they do, a man and a woman, if not that?

As stupid as Matthew was, he knew very well what she meant. Since when was Dolores so bold?

Besides, it wasn’t like she hadn’t been here before, why was she thinking like that this time?

He didn’t feel happy, but rather disgusted.

This feeling of disgust caught him off guard.

Before he longed for her to lean on him, but now he disliked it.

He frowned.

‘Dolores’ noticed the change in his expressions and asked hastily, “Did I say something wrong?”

He mustered up his emotions and said flippantly, “No, my residence is here.” His residence was there?

Dolores panicked. How could this be his residence?

Didn’t he live in the villa?

And did he just say that Dolores had been here before?

Dolores’ back was sweating. She repressed her panic and calmed herself. “Oh yes, my mind must not be working right, I forgot.”

Matthew pursed his lips and didn’t respond. He helped her out of the car, “Come on.”

‘Dolores’ asked, “Why are we living here instead of going home?”

“I told your mother we were on a business trip when you disappeared, so we’ll stay here for a couple of days before we go back.”

“Oh!”

When they reached the suite, Matthew unlocked the door. He helped her in and opened the bedroom door, “You should rest now.”

“Aren’t you coming with me?” ‘Dolores’ was disappointed.

Wasn’t she very fond of Dolores? If Dolores was sick, shouldn’t she stay with her?

“I have to go out to work.” Her expressions and tone were extremely weak.

It reflected none of ‘Dolores’ drive and enthusiasm.

‘Dolores’ didn’t dare to cling to him that much, for fear that he would notice something wrong, “Then, come back soon.”

“Hmm. Go to sleep soon.” After saying that, Matthew turned and walked out.

His coldness made ‘Dolores’ feel that he didn’t want Dolores.

As he walked down the stairs, Matthew looked behind him. Not noticing anything out of the ordinary, only then did he pull out his phone and call Boyce.

Soon the call connected, “Where are you?”

“I’m at home.” After running all night, he had taken the time to come back, shower and change clothes.

Matthew hung up the phone, got in his car and drove to Boyce’s residence.

Boyce had just taken a shower. She was wearing a white bathrobe and her chest was exposed through the slightly open neckline. When she heard the doorbell ring, she buckled her robe belt and went over to open the door.

He knew Matthew was coming since he had answered the knock, so he wasn’t surprised, but he still felt a little strange. “What’s with Miss Flores’ injury, shouldn’t you be with her right now?” How come he was free?

At this moment, he realized that the happiness of having successfully found Dolores was nowhere on Matthew’s face.

“Did something happen?”

Matthew broke in and said after a moment of silence, “Tell me in detail about the process of finding her.”

“What are you suspecting?”

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