Chapter 437: Chapter 437



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Dolores twisted her lips. Her eyes were as clear as green waves and had a smile, “Since I’ve encountered such an incident and they helped me, don’t I have to drink a toast to them? But I’m in no condition to drink alcohol right now, so could you drink this glass of wine for me?”

As he spoke, he poured wine into the glass in front of Matthew.

Matthew looked at the glass full of white wine and curved his lip. It turned out that this dinner was a trap for him.

Then he smiled, still very fondly, “I’ll do as you say.”

Armand blinked. It was as if he sensed an unusual atmosphere. And he couldn’t help but wonder what the couple was doing. Were the two of them performing in front of them?

“Matthew, what are you…?”

He couldn’t help but wonder what they were planning to do.

“They must have worked very hard to deal with the social media news, so I want to thank them for that. If they don’t want to accept my thanks, then they don’t have to drink this glass of wine.” After she became pregnant, she didn’t look at the phone in the hospital other than to answer calls. That was the day one of the nurses saw that news while the doctor was checking her. And she was watching that video and looking at it at the same time. Then she discovered the clues.

Then she made an excuse to let Coral go and saw the news on her phone.

Now that Dolores had said that, it wasn’t appropriate for him to turn her down, so he had to raise the wine glass. Then he still felt a little uncomfortable and looked at Matthew, wondering if he should drink the wine.

Dolores handed Matthew his glass. Then he looked at her. Even though he knew everything, he cooperated with her and took the glass from her hand.

The baijiu was not much smoother than red wine. After finishing the glass of wine, he felt very spicy. Since he had not eaten before, he got drunk more easily after drinking this grade of wine on an empty stomach.

Although Armand only drank a small glass of wine, when he finished it in one gulp, it was probably because he felt spicy, so his eyebrows drew together. He then used the chopsticks to pick up the food and popped it into his mouth to try to suppress the burning sensation.

galnσν𝓮ℓs․cøm opens doors to new adventures Dolores looked worriedly at Matthew, who seemed expressionless. He looked like he had just drunk some water. Since she knew what he liked to eat, she picked up his favorite food with her chopsticks and put it on his plate. “You’ll have to eat something to take the spice out of it.”

Matthew leaned over and whispered in her ear, “Are you worried about me?”

Dolores played hard to get and whispered, “I’m not.” As if to prove she was telling the truth, she refilled the wine glass in front of Matthew.

She set the bottle down, “You should have had this glass of wine with Abbott.

He’s helped you a lot while you’ve been out of the office.”

“That’s all it’s my place to do. It’s the things I’m supposed to do. That’s what I’m supposed to do.” Abbott was flattered.

It was easy for a man to get drunk when he wasn’t eating anything. After drinking two full glasses of baijiu, Matthew’s eyes turned red. Although he looked good, Dolores knew he shouldn’t feel good. And that it would hurt his health after drinking that degree of alcohol on an empty stomach.

However, if she didn’t get him drunk, he wouldn’t be able to go out.

Although she was worried about him, she refilled her glass, “You have to make a toast to me. I married you when I was eighteen, but you gave me nothing. You didn’t give me a wedding or a ceremony. Even when I got the marriage certificate, it was someone else who took me to get it. I’m a little angry after thinking about it, don’t you think you should…?”

Before she finished those words, Matthew drank the glass of wine.

The veins at the corners of his forehead and the contours of his face stretched into a taut line. Then his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he said in a particularly raspy voice, “I used to be an asshole. And I did a lot of stupid things.”

As he spoke, he refilled his glass, “I want to say something in front of my friends today.”

“This woman.” He held Dolores in his arms, “I’m grateful to her.”

The three men across the table sat in silence and agreed, “We all know that.”

“And I have to make a toast for giving birth to Samuel and Simona for me,” he said as he drained another glass of wine. Then he continued to fill his glass, “A drink from me does not express how I feel about you. I am sorry for my mistakes and my ignorance in those years. I thank you for raising them well.”

He spoke from the bottom of his heart. Although he had never said those words to her, he had never forgotten the things she had done for him.

Six years was a long time, over three thousand days and nights. It was only the time that had passed, but also many beautiful and joyful moments in which he had not participated.

He had not experienced the nervousness and anticipation of waiting anxiously at the delivery room door to be a father.

He didn’t know what his children looked like when they were born.

He didn’t know when his children’s first tooth came in.

He didn’t know how old his children were when they could talk. And he didn’t know what his children’s first words had been. And she didn’t know if her children had said mommy or daddy first.

And she didn’t know what it was like to hold a newborn baby.

Maybe she deliberately wanted Dolores to get what she wanted. Maybe those thoughts were bringing up those sad stories in her heart. And he had also finished that bottle of baijiu.

He was also drunk.

As he hugged Dolores, he didn’t say anything and didn’t let go of her.

He just wanted to hug her. He felt that only when he held this soft, warm, thinking, thinking, living woman in his arms did he feel complete and flesh and blood.

“You’re drunk.” Dolores patted his back.

He buried his head in her neck, “I’m not drunk. I just feel sick.”

He took Dolores’ hand and pressed it against his heart, “I feel so sad here.”

Dolores’ eyelashes fluttered and then she whispered, “I know. We have days ahead of us. You need to get some sleep now.”

“Could you take him upstairs, please?” she looked at the three men in front of her.

If at first they didn’t know what this was all about, then it became perfectly clear to them. It turned out that this dinner was all about getting Matthew drunk.

As to why Dolores did it, they didn’t know.

It was enough for two people to take him upstairs, so Boyce didn’t go upstairs with them. Instead, he looked at Dolores. “What do you want to do?”

Dolores replied, “Is he a good drinker?”

“He’s not a bad drinker under normal circumstances. After all, he’s a businessman, so he has to drink and attend a lot of dinners.” Even if he couldn’t drink a lot, if he drank often, then he could practice high tolerance.

“Do you think he’s drunk?” asked Dolores.

It was obvious that he was trying to get drunk. Since her goal was so obvious, he must have known she was trying to get him drunk.

“He’s in a bad mood, so he tends to get drunk too.” So Matthew must have been drunk and a little excited.

Dolores took a deep breath. Now that she had gotten this far, she could only continue with her plan.

“Coral, go upstairs and take care of him.” Since he was drunk, if he was thirsty and felt like throwing up, he should have someone with him to take care of him.

Coral was in the kitchen preparing honey water. And Dolores pursed her lips, “Pour him a glass of water.”

She was afraid he would wake up and she didn’t have much time left.

“Where’s the wheelchair I asked you to bring me?” she looked at Boyce.

“What the hell do you want…?”

“I don’t have much time. I’ll talk to you while we walk.” Dolores interrupted him.

Coral stood still. She wondered if she should give Matthew a glass of water to drink.

Since Coral drank so much wine, shouldn’t Dolores give Matthew a glass of honey water?

Coral thought about it and went to the kitchen to pour another glass of water, but kept putting honey in the glass. She avoided Dolores’ eyes and sneaked the honey into the water.

Boyce put the wheelchair next to Dolores and held out his hand to help her into it, then pushed her in.

When they reached the car, he helped Dolores into it. Then he folded the wheelchair and put it in the back seat.

He sat in the driver’s seat and started the car. He asked her at the same time, “You can tell me now. You went out of your way to get Matthew drunk, and then who are you going to see? Or what are you going to do?”

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