Chapter 468: Chapter 468



Dolores leaned over and saw the words on the paper. Samuel and Simona’s last name was changed to Nelson, now their names were Andrew Nelson and Amanda Nelson.

She turned her head slightly to look at it. His eyelashes were long and thick, his delicate, well-defined face was warm.

Matthew bent his head and gently kissed her cheek, then said softly, “Is this good? With me and with you.”

Dolores nodded and said, “Yes.”

A crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling. The yellowish light created a calm and warm atmosphere.

The two said nothing and just snuggled against each other. It was Dolores who broke the silence first: “Are you busy tomorrow?”

“What?” he lowered his eyes.

Dolores tilted her head, rubbed the tip of her nose against his chin and pouted, “I want you to stay with me. I’m too aggrieved to be married to you and to have given birth to you. We haven’t held hands or gone shopping together, or gone on a trip together, or gone to the movies together. I think about it and I feel like I’ve lived a life too far gone.”

She had a rare smile on her face and said softly, “Are you still not satisfied with me?”

“If you don’t have time, I’ll go find a handsome man to go with me. Hiss…”

Before she could finish her words, Matthew bit her shoulder. He bit down hard and gnawed on her shoulder bones with his teeth. He warned as if in chastisement, “Trying to find one?”

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Dolores frowned painfully. She knew without looking that she must have deep teeth marks in her shoulder. She hooked her arm around his neck, “How much do you hate me, are you going to bite me to death?”

He didn’t pull away, but said sullenly, “Don’t worry, you won’t die in front of me. If you want to die, I will die first. I will explore the road first and then drag you with me. Otherwise, I’ll be left alone in hell.”

Dolores was speechless.

She frowned, “So heartless?”

Matthew wrapped his arms tightly around her slender, soft body, “Of course. You’re my wife, even if you’re dead.”

Dolores was speechless again.

Knock, knock…

At that moment, there was a knock at the study door.

It was Coral’s voice: “Dinner is ready.”

Dolores looked at him and said, “I’m hungry.”

Matthew got up with her by the waist, “Let’s go.”

She smiled and walked out of the studio with him on her arm. Simona was playing with Armand in the living room. She didn’t know what Armand was saying, but the little girl was chasing him around the house.

Boyce was hunched over on the couch with his arms outstretched. Looking at Armand, who was being chased, she laughed, “Can you run away?”

Armand took the trouble to look at him, “None of your business.”

Samuel sat on the couch and sighed lightly, thinking about how Mr. Bernie was like a child and so naughty.

Boyce rubbed his hair, “You’re so young and yet you like to sigh so much, aren’t you afraid of going bald?”

Samuel looked at him, “I won’t be any worse off than you. You don’t have to worry about me.”

Boyce was speechless.

How was he, how was he worse?

“Where am I worse?” Boyce sat up straight.

“When I’m as old as you are, I’m sure I’ll have a wife. Even if I go bald, so what? It’s better than not being able to find a wife, isn’t it?” Boyce was speechless again.

Who had he angered? Did he deserve to die because he didn’t have a wife?

Why was everyone making fun of him for this?

Why was he living so wearily?

“Dad.”

When she saw Matthew come out of the study, Simona jumped into his arms and began to whine, “Dad, Armand is harassing me.”

Dolores looked at her daughter and shook her head helplessly. Simona loved to pout and complain to Matthew. She didn’t know if all daughters were clingier to their fathers. She headed to the kitchen to help Coral serve the food and prepare the dishes.

Matthew put an arm around his daughter, used his other hand to tuck her hair loosely behind her ear and asked softly, “What’s he doing to you?”

Simona blinked her big eyes, “Armand just asked me if I was smart.”

“Well, what then?” he walked over to the table with his daughter in his arms and pulled out a chair to sit in.

Simona looked down and wouldn’t say anything as she fiddled with her fingers.

Samuel walked over and climbed into the chair and repeated what Armand had said to Simona, “Simona, are you smart?”

Simona smiled and said proudly, “Of course.”

“Then let me ask you a question. If you can answer my question, you are smart.”

“Sure.” Simona looked confident, and then Armand asked, “I’m going to ask you a question, and all you have to do is answer yes and no.”

“Okay.”

Simona was quite interested and waited expectantly for Armand’s next words.

“Do your parents know you’re that stupid?”

“No… yes…”

It seemed that, regardless of the answer, she was admitting that she was stupid.

By the time Simona reacted, she was chasing after Armand to hit him. Simona was then seen chasing Armand around the living room.

Simona pouted and said in aggravation, “Dad, Armand said I was stupid.”

Armand pulled up a chair and sat down, and laughed awkwardly, “It’s a joke.” Simona wriggled out of Matthew’s arms, ran to Armand and crawled into his arms.

Armand caught her in his arms and looked at her suspiciously, “What are you doing, you want to get back at me?”

She shook her little head, “I’m just going to tell Theresa that you’ve had another girlfriend while she was away.” Armand was speechless.

He was wrong, okay?

He apologized, okay?

Would you stop playing games with him like that?

Armand was especially sorry, why did he have to mess with this girl?

“Simona, I’m the stupid one. I’m the stupid one. You can’t talk bad about me to Theresa. Otherwise I’ll be a bachelor, like Boyce. Look how pathetic he is. So you can’t talk shit to Theresa, you know?” Boyce was speechless.

He hadn’t done anything, how had he been targeted again?

He reached over and rested his hand firmly on Armand’s shoulder, “Dude.”

He felt bitterness in his heart, but he couldn’t say it yet. He glanced at Simona, who was in Armand’s arms. This girl looked more and more like Samuel. He couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief, “These two boys are getting pretty sly. You’d better not mess with them.”

Armand continued admitting his mistake, “Simona, I made a mistake. I’m stupid, let’s not talk nonsense with Theresa, okay.”

Simona reached out and squeezed Armand’s face, “For the sake of your sincerity, I’ll forgive you for now.”

Armand was so relieved that he thought, “I’ll never mess with Simona again. She is so young, and yet she is so vindictive.

When she grows up, who will dare to marry you.”

“What?” Simona didn’t hear clearly.

Matthew gave her a cold look, Armand fell silent and patted Simona’s back, “I didn’t say anything. Let’s eat.”

Coral served all the dishes and went to bring the last soup.

Dolores placed the plates and bowls, then sat down next to her son.

She stroked his hair, “Let’s eat.”

Armand sat down across from her and hesitated, but asked, “Dolores, how is Theresa?”

Theresa was recovering well, but her appearance had changed quite a bit. He also spoke to her on the phone before Victoria died. She told her that she would be back soon, but didn’t want her to tell Armand.

Dolores looked at Armand and said sincerely, “She is recovering well, but don’t rush it. He may need time.”

After all, what had happened earlier had hit her too hard. A woman’s face was important. Not to mention that she was still pregnant and the baby was missing.

If it was her, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to pull through.

Armand bowed his head in loss and said sadly, “I know.”

The mood at the table became inexplicably depressing. Except for the two children, none of the adults ate much.

Matthew didn’t eat a single bite and left the restaurant without even drinking water on the pretext that he had something to deal with at work.

Dolores knew he was still having a hard time inside.

Of course, it wouldn’t go away so quickly. She didn’t try to persuade him, but just let time fade the grief away.

Her appetite wasn’t good either. Just for the sake of the baby in her belly she poured herself a bowl of soup and spooned a spoonful into her mouth. Then Boyce suddenly said, “Jayden is sick. Matthew has been to see him and asked him for some details about the weather down the road.”

“What did he say?” asked Dolores tentatively. She wanted to know how much Matthew knew.

Boyce wasn’t hiding from her and she felt she wasn’t a stranger either, she was Matthew’s wife, and more so the person Victoria gave her life to protect.

Dolores knew all about it, so she said more briefly, “He just said he and Jolene were bound by marriage at the time, but Jolene had someone in her heart, so she had Victoria send him to him. You know all this.”

“The Harris Family is just plain weird.” Armand couldn’t help but interject.

Dolores gently lowered her eyes and used the action of drinking soup to hide the mixed feelings under her eyes.

“Didn’t he say how Jolene died?” Dolores continued to drink her soup without looking up. At that moment, when Victoria spoke to her, she didn’t say exactly how Jolene died.

In fact, she’d like to know.

Boyce shook his head, “No.”

She asked another question, “Did she say anything about Jolene having a son?”

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