Chapter 412: Chapter 412



.

Coral thought for a moment, “About six.”

Then she didn’t look at the time. It was five o’clock when Matthew had called her to come over, and it took her about half an hour to pick up and come to the hospital. Matthew had then explained a few things to her and sat for a while by Dolores’ bedside before leaving.

Dolores looked out the window. She couldn’t go out in that state, and Matthew hadn’t shown up for a day, so it must be that the matter was difficult to handle.

Actually, she felt a little scared inside, after all, this was a situation that seemed practically unsolvable.

“What are you thinking about, why do you seem sad?” asked Coral worriedly, then added, “You can’t exhaust your mind with your current physical state.”

Dolores knew her own state. No matter how worried she was, she was no help, so the only thing she could do was not to cause Matthew any trouble.

She closed her eyes, “Coral, turn off the light. I’m going to take a nap.” The light was too bright, he couldn’t calm down.

Coral said yes and turned off the lights, and soon the lighting in the room dimmed.

Coral sat in a chair next to it, “Go ahead and sleep. Call me if you don’t feel well. I’ll be here keeping an eye on you.”

“I’m fine, Coral. Go get some rest.”

They had this floor to themselves. The room next door they could use for rest.

Coral didn’t feel comfortable for Dolores to be alone, “No, you sleep, don’t worry about me. I’ll take a nap on the couch when I’m sleepy.”

Coral was doing that out of concern and Dolores knew she was doing it for her own good, so she said nothing more and closed her eyes to sleep.

Actually, she wasn’t sleepy. She had already slept for a while during the day, so she had little drowsiness. But then, probably because she had been lying down for quite some time, she fell asleep unconsciously.

When Matthew returned, it was already close to twelve o’clock. The room was dark and he turned on the light by the door. Coral was sleeping lightly, so she woke up at the sound of movement.

She sat up, “You’re back?”

Matthew let out a light hum and went straight to the head of the bed. Dolores was sleeping soundly and didn’t wake up.

He unbuttoned the collar of his shirt, his gaze looked at Dolores, but his words asked Coral, “How is she feeling today?”

“She’s been vomiting a lot and hasn’t eaten much. The doctor gave her a nutritional drip and also set up a meal plan. In the evening he felt better, more or less ate a little and didn’t vomit.” said Coral.

Matthew nodded. He reached out to stroke her cheek, a small face like a hen’s egg, white and delicate. Perhaps tickled by Matthew’s touch, Dolores twitched a little and her eyelashes trembled slightly. Then she slowly opened her eyes, and in a haze, she saw Matthew standing next to the bed. She shifted her body wanting to sit up, and Matthew put his arm around her to help her and stuffed a pillow behind her, then asked softly, “Did I wake you?”

Dolores shook her head, “I’m a little thirsty.”

Matthew gently placed her against the headboard, “I’ll get you some water.”

He walked over to the table and his gaze inadvertently fell on the flowers placed on the windowsill. He glanced at them and handed the water to Dolores, “Who sent you the flowers?”

She asked casually. Sean was the only one who had come today. No one else besides him.

It’s just why were there roses…..

Dolores’ movement to drink water froze. Before she had time to say anything, Coral spoke first, “It was from a gentleman in a wheelchair who had sent her especially. It was very thoughtful of him.”

Coral didn’t know about the relationship between Charles and Dolores, so she had no qualms about talking about it.

Dolores clutched the cup and looked at Matthew.

Matthew looked down, in an unfamiliar tone of voice, “Did you come in today?”

Dolores told the truth. Even if she wanted to disguise it, she couldn’t anyway, “Yes.”

Matthew had always held Charles in high regard. Dolores knew he would definitely be upset, and wanted to explain, but then found herself unable to say anything. After all, there was nothing about what had happened between her and Charles that was unspeakable.

Dolores squeezed the cup.

“Would you like some more?” asked Matthew as he looked at the cup in her hand.

Dolores nodded and said, “All right.”

She took the mug and put it on the table, Coral stood beside it and didn’t dare say anything. She could tell the mood wasn’t right, but she didn’t know what had gone wrong.

“Go get some rest, Coral.”

Coral looked at Dolores, who nodded to her, and only then turned and left the room.

The door to the room closed, and the room was instantly silent.

Dolores looked at him, “Are you angry?”.

Matthew did not answer her question, “Do you like these flowers?”.

What did he have in mind for her to put the flowers in?

She pulled out a rose and looked at it closely. Matthew’s face looked distinctly kind, but Dolores felt anxious inside as she looked at him.

She hadn’t done anything wrong to him, so why should she be angry?

Dolores said deliberately, “There isn’t a woman who doesn’t like flowers, I like them too. I saw that they looked beautiful, so I asked Coral to put them in.” Matthew was speechless.

He looked at Dolores with raised eyebrows, had she gotten angry?

“Do you like them?”

“Yes!”

Bang!

Matthew threw the flowers that were on the windowsill into the trash.

Dolores was speechless.

‘This guy…’

“You…”

“I’ll send you some if you like them.” Matthew came over and hugged her, then said in a warm voice, “Sleep with me for a while.”

As they were closer, Dolores only then saw the tiredness under his eyes. She shifted a little inward, clearing a place for him to sleep. Matthew held her on her side, his broad palm caressing her back, slowly and gently….

Dolores looked up at him, “Have you come at the wrong time?”.

The fact that she was pregnant at the time would definitely add pressure on him.

This was already a very hairy issue.

Matthew’s eyes snapped open and he fixed his gaze on her, “What did you say?”

Dolores gasped, “It’s not the right time to get pregnant…”

“What nonsense is that?” Dolores’ words were interrupted before she could finish. Matthew lowered his head and kissed her mouth, then bit her lips as if in a way to punish her. Dolores sucked in cold air from the pain. He was still on her lips and said in a muffled voice, “You still dare to talk nonsense?”

His lips were clearly sore from the bite, but his heart felt warm. Dolores wrapped her arms around his head, and Matthew’s face buried in her chest.

“I was surprised, too. I thought I really couldn’t have any more children, and when I found out, I was so happy. Are you happy?” Dolores’ voice trembled a little as she spoke.

For her, this was an accident.

An accident she hadn’t expected.

But then, it was such a beautiful accident.

Matthew didn’t answer her. He took her hand and put it over his heart instead, his fingers pressing against her hand, “It still hasn’t calmed down so far.”

His chest was firm and warm, and his strong heartbeat pounded against her palm.

Dolores smiled, as if all the dilemmas they had didn’t exist. Now, there was only her and him.

A world where no one could disturb.

“Would you like a boy or a girl?” asked Dolores slowly.

Without thinking, Matthew said, “I’ll like either as long as you’re the one giving birth.”

.

.

.