Chapter 163: Chapter 163



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“What do you suspect?” Boyce was a little confused. Matthew had been so anxious to find Dolores just then, why was he so quiet now?

Matthew walked over to the window and remembered the snippets of how he got along with Dolores, her looks, her smile, the tone of her voice when she spoke… it was still her…. but he didn’t think she was.

“She’s not like that.”

Boyce, “…”

“Are you kidding?” He sat down on the couch, picked up the bottle of mineral water and unscrewed the cap to take a sip. “If it’s not her, who is it? Is it possible that someone else has gone through plastic surgery? She’s impersonating her…”

Plastic surgery?

Suddenly, Matthew turned around, with a hint of coldness on his handsome face and a deep gaze.

Faced with the other’s gaze, Boyce’s eyes slowly widened and he understood why Matthew’s reaction had been so great. “You… You suspect that the one we found isn’t Miss Flores? That someone had plastic surgery to look like her, impersonating her?”

Boyce had a hard time believing it, “Maria is locked up by us. Besides, who can look so much like her? And be exactly the same, I’m afraid it can’t be done in a couple of days.” Matthew couldn’t give an answer to his point.

But what he was sure of was that the one they had found was not Dolores.

How could a person’s character change so quickly?

Boyce carefully recalled the process of searching for Dolores: “At that time, following leads near the bar, we checked surveillance and gradually found out about the van that abducted her. The surveillance appeared near the suburbs. We searched around and found it. The van was on fire, supposedly filled with gasoline. The fire was strong and the smoke was black. Dolores had fallen not far away. At the time, she said that someone was going to burn her to death, that she twisted her ankle and fell while running away. There is absolutely nothing to suspect.”

Matthew grimaced coldly, “Mary wanted to kill her very badly, how could she have left without making sure she was dead?”

“Maybe she was sure Dolores couldn’t escape?” Boyce still felt Matthew was overthinking things.

How many times did a person have to go under the knife to get enough plastic surgery to look like someone else?

“If you have any doubts, find a cosmetic surgeon to see if his face is reconstructed or not. Wouldn’t you know then?” suggested Boyce.

Matthew looked at him, “If it’s not Dolores, doing so will only alert him to my suspicion.”

Would it be detrimental to Dolores?

He had to think about it.

Boyce thought for a while and came up with an idea, “I’ll get you some sleeping pills. Think of a way to get her to take them. When she falls asleep, we’ll get a doctor to examine her and not evaluate her.”

He thought that if it really wasn’t Dolores then this matter wasn’t going to be easy.

They had to admit that it didn’t take years for one person to completely change into another. Besides, how were they going to allow failure after so much effort and how were they going to be able to find the real Dolores?

The more he thought about it, the more Boyce felt that this was not a trivial matter and that he was not going to feel at ease until it was resolved. He got up quickly and said, “I’m going to put on some clothes. Wait for me.”

Boyce returned looking brave and formidable in his uniform, tall and straight, especially handsome. He took the car key and said, “Come on!”

Matthew looked at him and said nothing, as if accepting his suggestion.

Leaving Boyce’s residence, Matthew took the medicine and returned to the hotel, while Boyce took it upon himself to find a trusted cosmetic surgeon.

At the hotel, ‘Dolores’ could not sleep at all. She sat up in bed and grumbled, “Doesn’t Matthew love Dolores? Why am I all hurt and he hasn’t even stayed with me?”.

The more she thought, the angrier she became. She got up and limped to the bathroom. He looked at himself in the mirror; his face looked exactly like Dolores’. She reached out and stroked it, full of confidence, “I must say this face is really delicate and exquisite. Very beautiful.”

And she pressed her lips into a haunting smile, “From now on, I will be Dolores, the mother of Matthew’s children. Even if he doesn’t love Dolores very much, he will still be kind to me because I am the mother of his two children. In the second half of my life, I will be able to live without worries. I won’t have to watch other people’s faces anymore, I won’t have to hide anymore… ha, ha…”

Click Now that she was Dolores, she would definitely make Matthew fall deeply in love with her.

She hobbled over to Matthew and said flirtatiously, “I’m hungry.”

Matthew pretentiously held out a hand, “I’m going to order a meal for you.”

“I want to eat at the restaurant.” As he helped her, she fell into his arms grabbing his neck, “How about you take me to the restaurant to eat?”

Matthew lowered his eyes and looked into her face. She looked exactly the same as Dolores, but her artificial nature made him feel disgusted.

“Okay?” ‘Dolores’ pressed her face against his chest.

He calmly pushed her body away, “Your leg hurts, I’m going to order room service.”

He made the gesture to make the phone call and stepped completely away from ‘Dolores’.

Dolores looked bitterly at his tall figure. She was not reconciled. Now that she had that face and had given birth to two children for him, he should treat her well. She reached over and hugged her slender waist from behind, “Matthew, are you avoiding me?”

Matthew lowered his head and looked down at her hands clasped around his waist. His eyes flashed coldly and the corners of his lips turned up, but there was no smile, “Why would I be avoiding you?”

Hearing this, ‘Dolores’ unfolded her eyebrows. She smiled brightly and rubbed her face against his back, “So…. You still want me to give birth to a child for you? I really want to have another baby with you. I think, if we had more children, it would be more lively and fun. After all, you are the only bloodline in the Nelson Family.”

At this point, Matthew was absolutely certain that she was not Dolores.

He remembered that Dolores had said she had injured her body and would not be able to give birth in the future.

He slowly closed his eyes. After a while she calmed down and slowly opened her eyes.

“If you want it, it’s okay.”

Her eyes were full of coldness, but she didn’t betray even a small expression.

‘Dolores’ was glad because his words meant that he was willing to have children with her.

If she got pregnant, then the two of them would naturally have to have a relationship. ‘Dolores’ felt shaken and clung to his arms more, “Matthew, I’m so happy.”

At that moment, there was a knock on the bedroom door. Matthew broke away from her arms, “I’m going to open the door.”

‘Dolores’ smiled, “The food must be here.”

When the door opened, the food was delivered.

“Mr. Nelson.” The waiter, wearing a white shirt and black vest, looked neat and greeted Matthew respectfully.

Matthew ushered him in.

Pushing the food cart with his hands, he carried the dishes to the table and arranged them on the table one by one. After setting the dishes he said, “Call me when you need it.”

As the waiter was pushing the cart to leave, he accidentally bumped into ‘Dolores’, who was on her way to the dining table.

He quickly apologized, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, ma’am, are you all right…?”

“Don’t you have eyes?” ‘Dolores’ used to be the eldest daughter of the Flores Family, she had become accustomed to her domineering temperament and couldn’t change it. She said coolly, “Is it enough to ask for forgiveness after bumping into a person?”

The waiter frowned slightly. He had seen this woman before with Mr. Nelson and she seemed like a nice, easy-going person. Why was she suddenly so temperamental?

Was she such an unreasonable person?

“Believe it or not, I can get you fired from this hotel!” ‘Dolores’ leaned in being Matthew’s wife and spoke in an even more arrogant tone.

The waiter was embarrassed and apologized again and again, “I’m so sorry. I must be blind. I ran into you…”

“You can go.” Matthew interrupted the waiter’s apology.

‘Dolores’ frowned, disagreeing with Matthew’s behavior, “He bumped into me. How can you let him leave?”

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