They couldnât get into the Intensive Care Unit and could only look through the glass window. Theresa was still unconscious and her face was bandaged, leaving only her eyes.
A hospital crew was beeping beside her.
Armand leaned miserably against the glass mirror. He remained silent, and Dolores could see his steady shoulder movement.
âI was very surprised. We just met not long ago. She said she wanted to leave for good, find a quiet place, and she would give birth to her childâ¦.. Who knew something like that would happen?â Dolores spoke softly.
Armand pressed his hands against the glass window and then clenched them into fists. He sobbed, âIt was all my faultâ¦â.
âWhatâs the point now that you know it was your fault?â Dolores knew better than to encourage him, but she thought it would be better if she made it clear to him.
âIf you keep this up, even if Theresa forgives you, I wonât allow it. You need to think about what your mistakes are.â Dolores walked out as she finished her sentence.
She wouldnât feel right if she continued to stay here.
The face was the mark of a person. Even if Theresa could go for plastic surgery, it would no longer be her original face.
She used to be a cheerful, happy, healthy person. But since she was with Armand, she was no longer happy.
And now, she was even hurt to this point.
Dolores felt sorry for Theresa.
Matthew came over and helped her remove the messy hair in front of her forehead, and hooked it behind her ears. âCome on, letâs go back.â
Dolores nodded. Now that Theresa was still unconscious, even if she stayed here, there was nothing she could do.
Before leaving, Dolores turned to Theresaâs primary physician and asked, âWhen will she wake up?â
Dolores wanted to come before Theresa woke up. If she couldnât accept her situation, Dolores hoped she could be there so she could comfort her.
âShe should wake up after twelve hours.â Said the doctor.
Dolores thought to herself, after twelve hours, it should be around 5 am. She thanked the doctor and left his office.
She went home with Matthew. She skipped dinner and locked herself in the bedroom.
After a while, Matthew came in with a cup of pure milk.
She lay on the bed in her sweater. Matthew came in and sat by the bed. In fact, he didnât like her worrying about other peopleâs business.
âAre you asleep?â
Dolores wasnât asleep, but she didnât feel like talking. Heâd heard her earlier when Matthew pushed open the door and came in.
âI know youâre awake. Get up and drink this cup of hot milk.â Dolores stood up and looked at him.
She couldnât tell how she felt, it was all a mess.
âWhy are you looking at me like that, am I handsome?â
Dolores looked at him closely. Yes, he was handsome. His skin was fair and his facial features were distinguished. His deep-set eyes and occasional kind smile could easily drown people out.
But when he showed his stern, cold face, it was another story altogether.
Doloresâ depressed mood calmed slightly. She sat down and Matthew passed her the milk.
She took a sip and said, âArmand? Was he like that?â Was he indecisive when it came to his feelings?
Matthew thought for a while and then said, âNo.â
Actually, Armand was a man who was clear about what he wanted. It was just that he was affected by Phoebe.
Before this, he was hurt by Phoebe when she left. And when she suddenly reappeared, his heart was confused again.
Dolores pursed her lips as if she was thinking about something. Matthew reminded her, âFinish the milk.â
She didnât finish the milk immediately, but took out her phone and set the alarm. She wanted to wake up earlier tomorrow to go to the hospital.
At night, Dolores slept in Matthewâs arms. Probably because she felt comfortable when he was next to her, she quickly fell asleep.
She was awakened by the alarm clock.
She woke up quickly at the thought of Theresa, who was still in the hospital. As she was about to get out of bed, Matthew grabbed her waist from behind. Her sound was hoarse as she had just woken up, âWhere are you going?â
âIâm going to the hospital. The doctor said Theresa will probably wake up at 5 a.m. I have to go check on her.â Actually, I was afraid Theresa would become agitated at the sight of Armand, so I had to go earlier.
âItâs still early, keep me company for a while longer.â Matthew wrapped his arms around her and pulled her toward the blanket.
Dolores pushed him, âDonât make trouble. Sheâs already disfigured, so Iâm afraid she wonât be able to think about it, and besides, thereâs no one next to her. Speaking of which, I need your help with something.â Dolores turned around, looked at him and held his face.
âWhat benefit do I get out of it?â asked Matthew first, before Dolores could even mention her request.
Dolores frowned and said, âIâm serious.â
âIâm not serious?â Dolores was speechless.
She took the initiative and kissed his lips. Since it was morning, he had a fresh stubble on his chin. It was a little prickly, but it wasnât painful. She gave him a light peck on the lips and finished quickly.
Matthew frowned and narrowed his eyes as if he wasnât satisfied with the kiss. He turned around and pressed Dolores against his chest. Dolores asked, âI need you to find me a good cosmetic surgeon.â
Although she hadnât seen Theresa yet, but she knew what Theresa looked like. Theresa wouldnât want Armand to interfere with this. To be exact, she wouldnât want any interaction with Armand at this point, since now the one engagement they had in common was gone.
Matthew looked down and looked at her hands that were still pressed against his chest, and spoke softly, âOkay, you can let go of your hands now.â
Doloresâ heart was pounding. They didnât turn on the lights, and the only source of orange light in the room was the lamp on the bedside table, which lent the atmosphere a certain allure.
She could feel his burning chest through his silky soft pajamas, her hands involuntarily withdrawn as they touched his warm chest. Matthew lowered his head and kissed her lips, and laughed in a muffled voice, âWhy are you still so shy?â
Even though they had been kissing for quite some time, she was still often shy.
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When they finished, Matthew helped her into her clothes and drove her to the hospital.
By the time she arrived at the hospital, it was almost 6 a.m. and the sky had already dawned. Since she had joined Matthew, she was barely able to wear low-necked clothes. Matthew always liked to leave marks all over her body.
Dolores wore a black windbreaker on the outside. Inside, she wore a flower-patterned dress, and a bow knot was knotted obliquely at the neck to cover the red marks on her neck.
She grabbed her purse and got out of the car, âYou donât have to wait for me. Iâll get a cab when I want to come back.â
Matthew buzzed back and said, âCall me if you need anything.â
Dolores agreed and watched Matthew as he drove away, then turned and walked into the hospital.
When she got there, Armand was already on the premises. He looked like he hadnât come back last night and was wearing yesterdayâs clothes. âDid you stay here all night?â asked Dolores as she walked in with her bag.
Armand lowered his head, âI came back.â
He came back and took care of his grandmother. The two people who took his grandmother on the boat didnât want to get involved in this murder trial, so they sent Armandâs grandmother back to the hospital. His grandmother needed a good rest, so he took her back home and let her maid take care of his grandmother, which was also more convenient.
Dolores asked, âIs she awake?â
Armand suddenly raised his head and looked at Dolores. His eyes were red as if soaked with red paint, and he spoke hoarsely, âShe didnât want to see me.â
Dolores knew. It was what she had expected. So, had Theresa woken up already?
âLet me go see her.â Dolores looked at the pained Armand and took pity on him. She patted him on the shoulder and said, âYouâre a man. Theresa must feel more pain than you.â
She lost her unborn child and was disfigured. No one could have withstood such a great blow.
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