Chapter 192: Chapter 192



Matthew’s face was shrouded in a sometimes bright, sometimes dark halo, the fire of desire not fading, but growing.

“I know.” Dolores said something that had nothing to do with it.

“What do you know?” said Matthew, frowning.

“Sampson Hebert knows too; it was she who sent me the message to trap me.” He said it on purpose to distract Matthew’s attention.

Of course, Sampson understood that everything at that moment was made up by her.

Sampson’s face looked serious at the thought of this woman.

Dolores stood still and tried to get out from under him, but Matthew pressed her shoulder and only then did she realize that he was doing it on purpose.

The lust in his eyes was about to overflow like water as he said, “I’m not young anymore, how long are you going to make me wait? I’ve heard that sex is the best way to express love,” she whispered as her body leaned lower and flirted next to his ear.

Boom!

Dolores’ mind went blank for a moment. She couldn’t believe he would say such words.

How could he be so brazen?

“You’re not beautiful, but why am I so eager to win you over?”. Mathew pinched her face. He squeezed her face and examined her from side to side. Her eyes brimmed with a powerful trace of desire.

“If I’m not beautiful, why to…?” Dolores didn’t complete her sentence, she couldn’t say; ‘you still want to sleep with me’.

She was blushing. She was so shy that she couldn’t look at him.

It was too embarrassing.

Especially, if she was in front of him.

Matthew smiled and asked, knowingly, “What else did you want to say?”

“Get up, I’m starving.” Dolores tried to run away.

“I’ll feed you, isn’t that okay?”. Matthew’s face straightened, he bent his head and kissed her lips.

“…” Dolores was speechless.

Knock, knock!

Dolores’ eyes widened as she heard a knock at the door. This person had arrived at the very moment she was looking for an explanation.

“Open the door quickly.” Dolores pushed him.

Matthew did not move, and his face was not as energetic as before.

Who had come at such an inopportune moment?

“Dad,” a little voice followed the knock on the door.

“It’s Simona.” Dolores’ voice trembled, it was her daughter.

She turned to look at the man standing over her and was irritated that her daughter had called out to him instead of her.

“Are you there, Dad?” she said again.

Matthew then had to get up reluctantly because his daughter was waiting for him outside.

He reached to grab Dolores’ clothes and she slapped his hand. She seemed to be irritated that her daughter did not call her, even though she was the one who gave birth to her, and had raised her for six years, she ended up being so intimate with this man.

Matthew saw her displeasure and rubbed his nose, “You’re jealous of your daughter?”

Dolores said nothing as she lowered her head to knot the ties of her garments.

“We are father and daughter, blood is thicker than water.”

It was natural that they were close because they were biological relatives.

Dolores didn’t want to talk to him and hurried to open the door. Simona had no idea that Dolores had returned and, as soon as the door opened, she called out to her mother shouting.

“Mom, where have you been all this time, we’ve been looking for you for a long time, I missed you so much,” she said, her eyes were red and full of tears when she saw that it was Dolores.

“Mom,” she cried and threw herself into his arms wrapping her arms around his waist. She snuggled into his arms.

He worried that his mother would go back into hiding when he couldn’t see her.

Boyce Shawn stood in the doorway, Matthew had been in the room all day with Dolores, they must have finished everything they wanted and wanted to say.

So he took it upon himself to bring the two children in without telling them that he had located Dolores and planned to surprise them.

Samuel wanted to go to the bathroom while Simona knocked on the door and had not yet returned.

Dolores bent down and held her daughter’s face. She looked like she had put on weight and her face was round.

“Mommy, where have you been all this time, and why can’t we find you?” The little girl pouted her pretty pink lips.

Dolores took her daughter in her arms. She didn’t know how to answer her daughter’s question. Only then did she realize that Samuel was standing in the doorway, his thin, tiny body erect and his hands clenched into fists at his sides.

“Samuel.” Dolores looked at her son, who had lost weight and had the same angular face as Matthew.

She reached out her hand toward her son.

Samuel cried out, his eyes red-rimmed and his neck stretched, “Where have you been for so long, do you realize how worried I was about you?”

“Please accept my apology-” Dolores was speechless as she reached out to take her son in her arms.

Samuel reached up and wiped away tears with the back of his palm. He choked back sobs and said, “Mommy didn’t do anything wrong, it’s my fault, I didn’t take care of Mommy, I’m the man of the family, but I lost you, it was my fault.”

“Oh, honey.” Dolores squeezed her son’s head in her arms. He was still a child, but he was indicating that he didn’t care.

She couldn’t describe what she felt, all she felt was the bitterness coming out of her nostrils and the growing anguish in her eyes.

Matthew reached over and reached out to stroke his son’s hair.

Dolores took good care of them. They were bright and attentive, especially the son, who was so attentive that she felt guilty for him.

“Is Dad the one who found Mom?” Simona turned her head away from Dolores’ arms and turned her head to look at Matthew.

Matthew nodded softly.

“I thank you,” Samuel uttered these words, even though he was upset about what this father had done in the past, but this time he was the one who assisted in the search for his mother.

He was willing to express his gratitude to him.

“How about we go out to lunch?” Boyce was standing in the doorway. This dramatic scene was unbearable to him.

He had never been a father and had no idea how they felt.

“Have I booked a room downstairs as a celebration for Miss Flores’ safe return?” suggested Boyce.

Dolores wiped her son’s face before standing up and bowing to Boyce, taking her son’s and daughter’s hands. “Thank you for helping me take care of them while I was gone.”

Boyce was taken aback and took a step back. He didn’t deserve this himself.

“Mathew and I are friends, this is what I should do. I don’t deserve this.”

His eyes fixed on Matthew as he spoke.

Surprisingly, Matthew didn’t even look at him; his attention was focused on the two children and Dolores. She didn’t have time to look at him.

He looked down awkwardly and touched his nose.

Why did she feel so expendable?

Simona grabbed Dolores’ hand and said, “Mom, I’m starving.”

Dolores looked at her daughter, wondering why she had become so plump.

“All right, let’s go.” With a smile, Boyce said.

“Thank you very much.” Dolores led the two children out of the room, and Simona, who was used to Matthew leading her by the hand, pouted and said, “Mom, can you take me?”

Dolores could not refuse her daughter and, despite her aching feet, bent down and took her in her arms.

Samuel sighed at the sight.

“This child is too childish.”

“You’re a child too,” Dolores rubbed her son’s head.

Samuel snorted, he wouldn’t be as immature as his sister.

Why did she need others to carry her when she can walk on her own?

They all entered the elevator, Matthew frowned, wondering why it seemed he wasn’t needed at the time.

Dolores had also “forgotten” about him, and his daughter wasn’t clinging to him.

They were on the third floor, so it was quick to go down; the elevator stopped with a ‘ding’ sound; Boyce intended to lead the way, and got out first, but was stopped by Matthew, “Wait a minute.”

Boyce turned around to ask him what he was doing, but when he looked into his eyes, he couldn’t say anything.

Silently, he withdrew his feet and stepped back into the elevator.

Dolores assumed they had something to say, so she led her son and daughter out first.

He asked only after Dolores had left, “Is something wrong?”

Wasn’t it good that he had run into Dolores? Why did he keep a straight face, as if someone had insulted him?

Boyce did some soul-searching and couldn’t remember that he had done anything wrong.

What was he going to say, he had better not leave him hanging.

“I…”

Just as Boyce was about to speak. Matthew finally opened his mouth:

“I’m not divorcing her.”

What did that mean, Boyce blinked and wondered.

Could it be that he had just mispronounced Miss Flores’ name?

“From now on, will I refer to her as Miss Nelson?”. tried to ask Boyce.

Matthew was the oldest of the three.

Armand Bernie was the youngest of the group.

“Yes,” Matthew replied.

“…” Boyce was speechless.

“Okay. I’ll follow what you say” Boyce asked whether or not they should go or if the elevator was going back up.

Matthew paused before asking, “In your opinion, how would you maintain a relationship?” Boyce almost lost his balance.

What was that?

He couldn’t keep up as the subject was changing too fast.

How do you maintain a relationship?

This way of conversing didn’t fit his style .

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