Chapter 429: Chapter 429



Dolores’ thought that was swallowed and held was inexplicably provoked by him. Her whole body felt uncomfortable and her face burned slightly.

Matthew pulled her shirt collar open and asked hoarsely, “Will it change?”

Dolores turned her head to look at him and reached up to stroke his face. Her voice was soft, “It will get very ugly.”

When she was waiting for Samuel and Simona, it changed especially fast in the last few months and turned dark gray.

“No matter what she turns into, I won’t care.”

Matthew reached for the hand that stroked her face. He took her palm, pressed it to the pillow and kissed her lips.

Residual sanity told him they couldn’t….. If they continued, she would only become more uncomfortable.

She murmured, “The doctor said we can’t…”.

Her kiss became even wilder when she said in a breathy voice, “You don’t know how much I want you to be comfortable.”

The body’s need did not diminish but grew stronger. He turned his head to the side, “Don’t come near me.”

With the two of them holding each other like this, the fire was simply indistinguishable. If this continued, they wouldn’t be able to resist doing….

Matthew was also struggling to control himself. He tugged at the hem of her hem, rolled over her body and lay down on the edge of the bed. They both said nothing and just lay like that, silent.

The clock on the wall kept ticking and time continued to pass.

After about ten minutes, Dolores broke the silence for the first time.

“Have you ever resented me in your mind? If I hadn’t approached Victoria, there wouldn’t have been so much trouble.” When Dolores heard Victoria talk about the past, she knew that Jeffery had deep feelings for Jolene. However, she didn’t expect that Jeffery could be crazy to that extent.

“No. I didn’t understand him at first, but I know he has his own thoughts.” Matthew’s voice returned to normal without the earlier hoarseness.

Dolores turned her body to the side and buried her head in his arms, “You know what, I’ve fallen in love with you and I want to…” take care of someone you can’t take care of.

Matthew held back the joy in his mind, “Are you confessing to me?”.

Dolores said, “Sort of.”

She rolled onto her side and pulled his head out of her arms, looking at his face.

Dolores stroked his eyelashes, “It’s not settled yet, is it?”.

Matthew kissed her forehead and wrapped his arms around her. “It will be resolved soon. You just need to rest and recover at ease, don’t worry about what’s going on outside. Don’t take anything you hear to heart either as they may be timely approaches, just trust me.”

Given that she said this, something was sure to happen later, but she didn’t know what exactly it was.

“I trust you.”

Matthew felt amused again and pretended to relax to lighten the mood since he didn’t want that topic to worry her. “You trust me so much, aren’t you worried about me running off with another woman?”

Dolores pinched his waist, “If you dare to run away, I will cripple your legs.”

Dolores’s strength was a little harsh and Matthew frowned painfully, “If they were crippled, would you take care of me?”

“Yes, I would take care of you. I can’t let my children lose their father.”

If that really happened, maybe I would really do it. Even if he could only be in bed, he was still the father of her children.

She had to give them a complete home.

Matthew hugged her even tighter, “I won’t run away. I only want you in this life. When we are alive, we will lie in the same bed and after our death, we will stay in the same coffin. I am much older than you, so I will surely die first. When the time comes, don’t forget to tell the children to put you and me together.”

Dolores raised her head to stare at him, “Don’t say all those ominous words. If you die first, I’ll go find a handsome old man…”

Matthew scorned, “You can’t find an old man who’s better looking than me.” “Then a slightly uglier one is fine too.” Dolores settled for second best.

“I’ll also drag to hell anyone who dares to lust after you,” Matthew said fiercely.

Dolores was speechless.

It seemed the topic of conversation had gone too far and they had gotten carried away. The two did not bring up the subject again. In the evening, Coral knocked on the door with a box of food. Matthew got out of bed and opened the door. Coral walked in as she smiled, “You must be hungry, aren’t you?”.

Dolores sure was hungry. She leaned against the headboard of the bed, “What dishes are there today?”.

She seemed to eat different things every day, so she looked forward to each day’s dishes with some anticipation. She stayed in the living room all day as if she were cut off from the world because, apart from sleeping, she could only eat.

Coral smilingly placed the box of food on the table and said confidently, “I’m sure they are to your liking.” Following the doctor’s advice and according to the ingredients indicated in the prescription, Dolores did not vomit again. Moreover, her appetite was getting better and better.

The vegetarian dishes this time consisted of shredded cabbage, egg yolk with pumpkin, sautéed spinach, yellow croaker soup and steamed tofu. All were served on small, very delicate plates.

Coral turned her head to look at Matthew, who was standing by the head of the bed. “I heard someone say that if pregnant women look at beautiful things more, the babies they give birth to will also be beautiful, so I went expressly to buy these little dishes.” The chopsticks and spoons were matched and the patterns on them were artificial. The enamel was also soldered with a special process.

Matthew put his hands in his pockets and his shirt was all wrinkled. He looked at Dolores and said, “It’s true that we should pay more attention to this part. Otherwise, if the baby inherits his looks, he could be very ugly.” Coral knew Matthew was joking, so she laughed.

Dolores glared at him. He was the ugly one.

Coral prepared the dishes, “Wash your hands and eat.”

Matthew walked over and took Dolores to the bathroom to wash her hands. Then, he placed her in a chair, sat across from her and ladled the soup for her, “Drink the soup first.” Before eating, he let her drink the soup first to stimulate her appetite.

Dolores used a spoon to drink it and taste it. What she ate was basically unseasoned and the taste was the original taste of the ingredients themselves. It was bland and the fish soup was thick, white and very fresh.

Coral had eaten before she came, so she removed the sheets from the bed and replaced them with clean ones. The sheets and comforter were changed every day. It was a little hot and Dolores’ body could not cool down. Therefore, the air conditioner was not on and sometimes she would sweat a little. Coral was worried that she would be uncomfortable, so she changed them every day.

She made the bed neatly and took out the ones that had been replaced. When she came back in, Dolores and Matthew had already finished eating. She cleaned up and put the dishes in the lunch box, “I’ll be back tonight, can I come over tomorrow morning?”

Matthew was here, so there shouldn’t be anything that needed his help.

“Yes,” she replied, grabbed her clothes and went into the bathroom to shower.

When Coral, who was carrying the lunch box, saw him go to shower, she set it down, “I’ll leave after I clean the bathroom. There can’t be water in the bathroom. Otherwise, one could easily slip and fall when going to the bathroom at night.”

Here the bathroom was not separated into dry and wet, so Coral was very careful. Even if the bathroom was slip-resistant, she still feared that accidents could happen.

Matthew knew what Coral was worried about and said, “I’ll take care of it.”

Coral looked at him in surprise, “When have you ever done anything like that? Besides, you sure don’t know how to do it right.”

Matthew felt that Coral was underestimating him too much. Wasn’t scrubbing the floor enough for him, there was something difficult about it.

“Coral, you can go back and rest. Let me scrub the floor.” Dolores wanted to see how Matthew was going to scrub the floor.

She was with a bit of anticipation.

Coral felt that these two people were becoming more and more like a married couple. She said and agreed, “I’ll be off then.” She took the box of food and left.

Matthew looked at her and apparently knew what she was thinking, “I can do a lot of things, you’ll find out later.”

Dolores smiled and said nothing.

Matthew went into the bathroom to take a shower. After about half an hour, the sound of the water dripping inside ceased. He came out wearing a bathrobe as he wiped his wet hair. Dolores lay down on the bed and looked up at him as she propped her chin with her hand.

He reached over and pinched her cheeks, “Did you look at me while I was showering?”.

Dolores didn’t answer that but remembered, “Remember to dry the water inside.”

Matthew felt that Dolores was looking over his shoulder, as was Coral, who thought he couldn’t do it right. He was the president of a group that always handled projects costing a hundred million and even a billion yuan. But now, was he really looking down on him?

He threw the towel he used to wipe his hair on the table and went into the bathroom. He looked around and saw that there was no mop. There were a few towels hanging downstairs. He frowned slightly. Both at the company and at home, the maids used a mop to clean the floor. How come there was no mop here, could it be that he had to use a towel?

She picked one up and threw it on the floor. He mopped it, but the water was not absorbed by the towel. After mopping several times, the amount of water remained the same and did not reduce at all.

Dolores could no longer help herself and laughed, “The towel is wet, wring it out until it dries and then it can absorb the water. If you don’t know, just say you don’t know, don’t try to be a hero.” Matthew was speechless.

He got up and simply had no intention of wiping himself anymore. He put the pieces of towel on the floor so he wouldn’t slip.

Dolores was speechless.

This man was truly willful.

Matthew walked over to the bed and hugged her, “Let’s go to sleep, don’t always think about laughing at me.”

Dolores lay in his arms at ease, thinking that all people had something they were not good at. It was normal that she didn’t know how to do housework. What she was good at must have been how to put as much money as possible in her pocket.

Tonight, Dolores slept soundly. When she woke up, Matthew was already awake. The bathroom door was open. He was standing in front of the mirror as he buttoned his suit.

Dolores covered her eyes for a while. There was light in the room and she had just woken up, so she was not used to that intensity of light.

It took her a while before she could open her eyes properly.

Matthew came over, “Are you awake, are you hungry? Coral should be here soon.”

“Are you leaving already?” Dolores saw that he was already well dressed. “I’ll wait for Coral to come first.” Only then would she leave.

Dolores shifted her body, wanting to get up. Matthew hugged her. At that moment, there was a loud noise at the door.

“You can’t come in.”

There were many footsteps and they were approaching.

With a clatter, the door to the living room opened loudly.

The person guarding the door lowered his head, “We couldn’t stop them.”

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