Chapter 250: Chapter 250



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After a long while, Dolores Flores was able to calm down. She pulled back from Matthew Nelson’s arms, lowered her head and scratched the corner of her eye, “Sorry for making you laugh at this.”

The truth was that it had been a while since she had been able to control her emotions.

Matthew liked the way she was, real and emotional.

He didn’t hide his feelings, and with a smile tugging at the corner of his lips, “I like it.” He liked that she showed her real self and emotions in front of him.

Dolores lowered her head again, and didn’t know how to respond.

The space became much smaller in an instant. She felt the air was thinner. Breathing became harder, and her face was hot.

“Are you blushing?”

Dolores pushed him away, wouldn’t admit she was blushing, and said stubbornly, “The one blushing is you.”

Matthew became unbalanced; he took a step back and accidentally stepped in a puddle of water behind him. His body tilted as he was about to fall. Dolores immediately went to catch him, but fell with him….. “Ah!” came the sound, followed by a crash.

“Kuh!”

Matthew groaned in pain. The bathroom space was not large. His head hit the wall, and that was not the most fatal thing. What made him almost die was Dolores’s elbow pressed against his….

He thought, could it be worn out by now?

gαℓησν𝒆𝓁s․çоm, where stories thrive “You, are you okay?” Dolores didn’t know where his elbow was pressed against her elbow. She only heard Matthew’s growling voice.

“Can you get up first?”

Matthew raised his eyes, “Do you want to kill your husband?” Dolores was speechless.

Then she remembered that she had to support her body with her hands. Suddenly, she realized where her elbow was. It looked like…

She slowly lowered her head… and saw where his elbow was just barely pressing. It was against hers…

In the room, Armand Bernie and Boyce Shawn stared at each other.

Then, acting as if they were synchronized, they ran to the bathroom door and opened it….

The whole world stopped.

Matthew was sitting on the floor while Dolores was slumped over his body, looking….

Ahem–

“What are they doing?” Armand didn’t think it was a big deal. It was odd that Matthew would have a fuss, and how could Armand miss the opportunity to ridicule him.

“Get out!”

The look in his eyes was as cold as a blizzard, very intimidating.

Armand shrugged, not closing the door, for he wanted to take one more look.

Boyce glared at him and closed the door, “You’re not afraid Matthew will kill you.”

Armand knew Matthew would do no such thing, smiling he replied, “Tell me, what were they doing inside?”.

Boyce looked very serious, his hand on his chin, thinking, “Could it be that he can’t wait any longer?” Poof!

Armand thought Boyce would reprimand him, but he was the one gossiping.

“Do you think Matthew got away with it?” Armand leaned toward Boyce.

Boyce looked at Armand and smiled expressively, “Probably not as fast as you and Theresa Gordon.”

Armand was speechless.

They were talking about Matthew, why was he being dragged into the conversation?

“Boyce Shawn!” Armand pretended to be angry, grabbed his collar and strangled him, “Tell me, don’t you dare do that again/”

“Are you sure you won’t let me go?” This was not a threat; it was a simple statement.

Boyce’s skills were real, and Armand was not really on his level.

Although Armand was recalcitrant, he knew his small physique was no match for him, so he let him go.

Bathroom.

Dolores was so embarrassed she wanted to hide somewhere.

“You, are you all right?” worried though she was, her eyes didn’t look at Matthew.

“Lift me up.” Matthew held up his hand.

Dolores looked away and reached out to help him. She wasn’t sure if it was because Matthew was too heavy; she realized she couldn’t lift him.

After several attempts to lift him, she looked at him.

At the same time, Matthew was staring at her. He smiled and pushed effortlessly with his hands. Dolores fell again, and as she was getting up, Matthew held her down and wouldn’t let her move.

Dolores mumbled, “What are you doing?”

She couldn’t speak aloud because she didn’t know what Armand and Boyce could be thinking. They had probably gotten the wrong idea.

Matthew kept smiling, grabbed her hand and squeezed her breast, talking serious nonsense, “If I really can’t do it anymore, what about your ‘Sexual Happiness’ for the rest of your life?” Dolores was speechless.

Matthew squeezed her hand, and rubbed her chest, “I want to give you ‘Sexual Happiness’, what should I do?

Happiness’, what should I do?”

Dolores blushed instantly. This person, could she be serious for a while?

“Stop it.” Dolores tried to resist.

Matthew didn’t let go and continued to press her hand. Dolores glared at him, “If you don’t stop, I’m going to get angry…”. Matthew was speechless.

Sometimes, this person was like that. When you acted kindly, he would push his luck. When you got angry, then he would get serious.

Bitch, this term was probably made for this type of person.

Dolores put her arm around his shoulder and hugged him.

It didn’t matter, she was the one who made him fall. It was only fair that she help him up.

Matthew looked at her. He could actually get up on his own, but he liked the feeling of her being close to him.

He moved his body toward her.

Dolores opened the bathroom door. Armand and Boyce were having tea on the couch, and she was relieved after not seeing them “gossiping.” Fearing the atmosphere was embarrassing, she asked something on purpose, “What’s going on, how come Lacey had a child before?”

Even though when she was a minor?

Boyce put down the teacup, “The rumor from the villagers is that Lacey was reckless and foolish at school. The Ward Family condemned her and wouldn’t breed, so…”

“Is that so?” Dolores thought Lacey wasn’t the kind of person who didn’t know the seriousness of things. Sixteen years old. The mind wasn’t mature enough, but at least some common sense. How could she have a relationship with others and give birth to a child?

“Of course, I think there is something else. It happened a long time ago now and the Ward family seems to be hiding the matter. I’m afraid we can’t know any more about it.” Boyce used his experience to put some perspective on the matter. It seemed to him that things were not so simple, and where did Lacey’s hostility toward Dolores come from?

From her opening up her scars and making up a story of child abuse to scare her?

Dolores most likely knew why Lace hated her, “She probably likes Charles, and thinks I’m close to him…”.

She helped Matthew sit on the couch, and sat down as well, “Although there’s no proof at the moment, she’s really suspicious. It’s clear she’s been at the hotel, but she denies it.”

“How did she know?” asked Boyce.

“She said so herself. To prove that Lacey wasn’t the one who scared me, Charles brought Lacey in and confronted me. She said she had never been to the hotel.”

Armand became interested, “What is her relationship with Charles for him to protect her like this?”

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