âYouâ¦â
Theresa Gordonâs face was red. It wasnât too much to describe the nasty man standing in front of her as shameless and despicable.
âDonât stare at me until your eyes pop out. If you go blind, you wonât be able to see me anymore and youâll be upset,â Armand Bernie said as he started the car.
âHow can you be so brazen?â Theresa canât find any adequate words to describe him.
âIf I were a respectable man, I wouldnât have come into your room that nightâ¦,â Armand smiled.
Theresa took a deep breath and kept convincing herself that she shouldnât get angry and argue with him, that she shouldnât argue with him or else she would be the one to suffer.
She put up with him. She wondered if it would be all right, that she would hide when she reached the destination.
She couldnât afford to offend him, but then it should be okay to avoid him. Armand became serious and stopped irritating her, âDonât be angry.â Theresa ignored him and looked out the window.
He treated her like a human-looking housefly.
They were in the recreational vehicle.
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Dolores Flores was sitting in the back seat with two children, Simona Flores dozed off while watching cartoons, so Samuel Flores quietly took over the tablet to play a game called Super Brain.
The numbers game he had previously played did not satisfy him. He found it was too easy for him.
This time, Super Brain was a bit more difficult.
He was intrigued, as the harder it got, the more he wanted to try it.
Dolores was stroking her daughter lovingly as she read the information Kevin Forbis had given her.
Matthew Nelson was reading the information given to him by Abbott Baron in the front seat, but he couldnât read a single word and glanced back every now and then.
He wondered what he was doing now, how come he couldnât hear anything?
Simona normally couldnât sit quietly in the car. Why was there no sound at this time?
âMommy, Iâm sleepy too, Iâm going to sleep,â Samuel said at that moment.
He shouted it loudly on purpose, as if he wanted Matthew to know that he and his sister were asleep and they could come over to chat with Dolores and enjoy the conversation between just the two of them.
Matthew had wanted to go over to see what Dolores was doing, and now that he heard Samuelâs voice, he couldnât hold back any longer.
He closed the computer and sat on the couch for a while. Since he thought Samuel must be asleep, he got up and went to the back and lifted the curtain so that the people in front of him couldnât see the back.
Indeed, both children were lying down at the time, Simona was actually asleep. Perhaps as the car was bumpy making it like a âcradleâ, so she was sleeping soundly, while Samuel was not sleeping at all, but just pretending to be asleep.
âCan you tell me what youâre looking at?â Matthew walked over and started a conversation with Dolores.
Dolores knew who was coming in, didnât even bother to raise her head, and continued to study the material. She was still calculating where to place the machine when she returned to City B, and maximize the effect of the watered gauze promotion.
Over time, people had forgotten about this fabric, and several excellent materials had also been discovered over the years.
If he wanted to reopen the market, he had to come up with strategies.
Matthew was speechless.
Was she trying to ignore him?
Was she treating him like he was air?
âIâm looking at something. Would you like something to drink?â Dolores eventually raised her head.
Matthew gasped vigorously. In fact, he wasnât thirsty at all, and he came over was to look at her.
âAre you ignoring me on purpose?â he lowered his voice.
He couldnât be so calm if there werenât two children present at that moment.
Was it considered self-control? To Dolores, it was a joke.
Her mood fluctuated in response to his attitude.
Dolores didnât want to disagree with him anymore. âIt was you who first pushed me away. What have I done wrong, please tell me straight, and donât beat around the bush I have no mood or energy for guessing, seriously,â she told him.
Matthew looked at her for a few seconds, âAre you hiding something from me?â. For a brief moment, Doloresâ heart pounded, was he still suspicious?
Since that night, she had asked him that question nonstop.
What had she noticed?
What had she discovered?
âIâ¦â
Dolores paused to brace herself emotionally before saying bluntly, âIâm hiding something from you, but I canât tell you what it is.â
Since Matthew had already figured it out, she realized that hiding it would only increase his suspicions, so she decided to tell him herself.
Matthew was speechless.
âWhy?â
âBecause this is my secret, everyone, including myself, has things we donât want to tell. You must have some things and some people you donât want to talk about, too, right?â
Matthew frowned as he realized that what she was saying was irrefutable. Indeed, who doesnât have things they donât want to talk about?
But why was he uncomfortable?
He didnât like it when she kept something from him, did he?
He wished she could be honest with him, both emotionally and in life.
Matthewâs Adamâs apple was rolling, but he finally suppressed his unhappiness in his heart, as he couldnât question or force it.
The atmosphere in the compartment was strange and uncomfortable, and Matthew turned away in the absolute silence.
Dolores stopped him.
âMatthew.â
She got up from the bed and looked at his back. He was incredibly tall and his head almost touched the ceiling.
âDoes it bother you very much?â Dolores also wanted to let him know who Victoria Forbis was.
She was a mother and knew how her mother felt.
At the same time, she understood.
She understood why Victoria wanted to hide it from others.
She admired Victoriaâs perseverance. If it had been her, she wouldnât have been able to do it.
Matthew was silent as he didnât know if it was what she was hiding from him or her action of hiding something from him that mattered to him.
âIf you refuse to accept it, weâre going toâ¦â
Matthew turned quickly and his eyes were like sharp blades. He stared at her, âWhat will we do?â
âWeâll break up.â Dolores realized she had gone too far in expressing it, but she also wanted to see his feelings for her. This subject, bound to make them unhappy.
He might feel uncomfortable if she continued to keep it a secret.
Even though she knew she liked this man.
But, she had promised Victoria.
Now, he could only keep that from her.
Was he angry?
That word was not enough to describe Matthewâs feeling now.
How could this woman say she wanted to break up?
Were they going to break up?
Was she going to break up with him?
Dolores couldnât bring herself to look him in the eye, but she could still feel the terrifying coldness as she narrowed her gaze and clenched the muscles of her slightly raised jaw.
âNever!â He drew her into his arms. Without her realizing it, he awkwardly kissed her lips or, to be more accurate, bit her. What Dolores said had exceeded the limit of his patience.
He seemed to be punishing her.
Dolores understood his rage and fury, she felt no pain.
He was enraged, which indicated that he cared.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and tilted her head to return his kiss.
âIâm glad,â she replied with a smile.
For a brief moment, Matthew was puzzled. âYouâ¦â
âI know youâre upset because you donât want to break up with me, donât you?â She had a bright, wide, compassionate, sincere smile on her face.
Did she say that on purpose?
Faced with this woman, Matthew felt as if his IQ had dropped to zero.
âAre you testing me?â he shouted as he laughed.
âYes, since youâre so much older than me, who knows how many relationships youâve had, and I was wondering if you were honest with meâ¦â Dolores said solemnly.
She jabbered and rambled, but before she could finish, she was pressed against his lips with her fingers, and Matthew on her pink lips under his fingertips and made it warpâ¦.
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