Chapter 436: Chapter 436

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He looked at the phone next to his pillow, but didn’t pick it up to see who he had texted.

Instead, he lay down and hugged her from behind.

Dolores opened her eyes, but did not move, then slowly closed them.

In the evening, Abbott’s hired chef cooked a great deal of delicious food. The rectangular table in the living room was full of dishes, and Coral put the plates, chopsticks, and napkins on the table.

Today was not a holiday, but there were a lot of people in the room. They seemed to be in such high spirits as to celebrate a holiday.

Boyce was quiet. He sat on the couch and thought about the message Dolores had sent him on his cell phone.

When he got the call from Armand, he had just left the morgue and was going to investigate Maria’s death.

Today’s official statement said that she had committed suicide.

To make sure that Maria died by suicide, he took a medical examiner he was attached to secretly examine Maria’s body. He then found no wounds on her body and a strangulation mark on her neck was caused by Mary’s hanging.

But the medical examiner still found something suspicious. He found something resembling skin tissue from Maria’s fingernails. As to what exactly it was, it had to be analyzed to determine.

After receiving Armand’s message, she went back to take a shower and put on clean clothes. As he was about to arrive at the villa, he received a message from Dolores. His first thought was to call Matthew and ask him what was going on. However, thinking that Dolores would not let him talk to anyone, he did not call Matthew.

gαℓησν𝒆𝓁s․cо𝗺, your storytelling home He then grabbed a wheelchair as per her request, put it in the trunk of the car and walked over to the villa.

“What are you looking at?” Armand sat down next to him. Boyce had been looking at his phone since he had arrived at the villa.

Boyce quietly pressed the phone button and the phone screen went black. Armand thought he saw him read a message and looked up at him, “Who sent you that message? Why are you looking at it so intently?”

Boyce put the phone away and looked at him, “Will you stop being such a gossip?”

Armand muttered and sat down on the other couch, “I seem to really want to read that message. I’m not interested in reading the phone messages of an old virgin like you.”

Boyce was speechless.

He really thought Armand was so vicious when he attacked others with words.

Abbott was peeling an orange. When he heard Armand’s words, he looked at Boyce and asked curiously, “You’re so old, but are you really still a virgin?”

Boyce was speechless.

Armand covered his belly. Although he didn’t want to laugh at Boyce, he couldn’t help it.

Coral walked over and said, “It’s time for dinner! You two wash your hands. I’ll go upstairs and call them down.”

Although neither of them were asleep, they both pretended to be asleep. When they heard Coral’s voice, they pretended to look as if they had just woken up. Although Dolores did not know if Matthew was asleep, Matthew knew that Dolores was not asleep.

However, he acted as if he didn’t know anything. He got up to bring her a wet towel and wipe her hands. He wiped her hands carefully. Then Dolores looked at her hands, “I have to be taken care of for everything I want to do. I’m like a handicap.”

Matthew didn’t look up and continued to gently wipe her hands with the towel, “You are much more useful than the handicapped. At least you can give birth to my children.”

After wiping her hands, he put the towel away and placed it on the table. Then he pinched her cheeks, “You’ve been talking nonsense all day. Put your arm around me.”

Matthew grabbed her arms and wrapped them around his neck. Then he lifted her off the bed in a princess hug.

Dolores had gotten used to him hugging her from the time she was pregnant until now.

They were sitting in the living room downstairs. They got up from the couch when they saw Matthew coming down the stairs with Dolores in his arms.

Matthew came down the stairs and headed for the dining room, “Have a seat.”

Boyce and the other two sat down across from them. The table was large and there were five people sitting around it. There were still many empty seats. It was a rectangular table that could seat fifteen people.

Armand began by saying, “It looks like a great feast today. Thank you Dolores for having us.”

Dolores smiled and said, “I should thank you. You guys also helped me a lot after my accident. I take it to heart.”

“Coral,” called Coral.

“Huh?” Coral quickly turned to Dolores. Then Dolores told her, “Get two bottles of wine from the liquor cabinet.” And Dolores said, “The white, please.”

Coral answered her and turned around to get the baijiu.

Although it was customary for them to drink during dinner, especially on these occasions, Dolores made a point of asking Coral to bring two bottles of baijiu to the table. What did she mean?

Dolores wanted everyone to get drunk?

Matthew’s eyes sank as he tried to hide all his thoughts. He said nothing and let Dolores do whatever she wanted.

Coral picked up two 500 ml bottles of Moutai that was produced in the year 1980, both 53 vol. And ordinary people could not afford to buy Maotai produced in that year.

Dolores knew that there were many bottles of wine in the cupboard. When she lived in the villa, she opened the wine cabinet and looked inside, so she found there were several bottles of Moutai with long age and high alcohol content.

There was only one kind of baijiu, but there were many kinds of red wine. He asked Coral to bring the baijiu, so Coral naturally brought this kind of wine.

He asked Coral to open the bottle of baijiu and said, “Pour Armand some wine.”

She opened the other bottle in front of her and turned to Matthew, “I’m in a good mood, is it all right if I pour them a glass?”

Matthew looked at her. His deep eyes were like a bottomless lake. Dolores and he looked at each other for a few seconds, then he lifted the corner of his lips slightly and smiled softly, sweetly and lovingly, ” As long as you like it.” He had no problem with that .

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