Chapter 469: Chapter 469



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This time Boyce did not answer her immediately, but stared at her.

It seemed to him that she was deliberately prying into this matter.

But it was obvious that she knew, so why was she prying?

Not hearing Boyce’s voice, Dolores slowly looked up and saw him looking at her with questioning eyes. Her heart stuttered for a moment and she forced herself to calm down, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“No reason.” Boyce shook his head, sensing something wasn’t right. But when he thought about it, it didn’t seem out of place. She must have been worried about how this thing was going, which was why she wanted to know so badly. After all, Victoria had died to save her life, so it was only fair that she should be concerned.

He shook his head truthfully, “Jayden didn’t say Jolene had a baby.”

Jayden knew that Jolene had had a child. At the time Victoria was recovering mentally, so she didn’t talk to him about it. But he knew Jolene had a child, and he knew the child was Dolores. She just didn’t say so.

After all, Dolores was married to Matthew and had two children-how could she bear to tell him?

It was a grudge from a previous generation, and she didn’t want to involve people of this generation.

I could see that Matthew and Dolores had a good relationship, so I deliberately hid it.

He wanted them to stay together for the rest of their lives.

Boyce looked at her and asked, “Does Jolene have a son?”

Dolores paused as she picked at her soup, then quickly regained her natural state and shook her head, “No, I was just asking.” Boyce nodded unsuspectingly.

After dinner, Boyce and Armand returned to the house while Dolores went to bathe the children. Coral called to her, “I’ll finish the dishes later and wash them. There’s water in the bathroom, in case you slip and fall.”

“Okay…”

“I’ll wash them.” Matthew came out of the study and interrupted Dolores. He grabbed his daughter and headed for the bathroom.

Seeing them enter the house, Samuel reached over and tugged on Dolores’ coat, “Mom, be nice to Dad.”

She looked at her son and frowned.

Wasn’t she being nice to him?

“Even though I feel Dad didn’t like Grandma before, I can see that Dad is sad when Grandma is gone.” Samuel could also sense that Matthew was depressed.

Dolores clasped her son’s head in her arms and hugged him, then whispered, “I will be kind to him.”

How she wanted to soothe all the wounds in her heart! But broken porcelain, no matter how much she mended it, would have cracks, and would never regain its original appearance.

Samuel reached out and touched her belly. Her belly was slightly bulging. She began to wish she had a sister or a brother.

He already had a sister and wished even more that he could have a brother to play with.

“This must be a brother,” Samuel said with conviction.

Dolores raised an eyebrow, “How do you know?”

Now she feared that the ultrasound would not be able to find out if it was a boy or a girl. At least three months later, it would be possible to check the sex.

Where was she getting the confidence?

“I’m sorry. I feel it’s a brother.”

Dolores pinched his cheeks, “Go shower and lie down.”

Samuel smiled and touched Dolores’ belly through her clothes and said, “Good boy, when you’re born I’ll take you to play.”

After saying that, he ran into the room on his short legs.

Dolores looked at her son and smiled helplessly, then reached up and squeezed her temples. Coral cleaned up the kitchen and went out. Seeing that Dolores looked tired, she said with concern, “Aren’t you feeling well?”

“Ah.” She looked at Coral and shook her head, “No, maybe I’m just a little tired. I’ll go up first.”

She grabbed the handrail of the ladder and slowly climbed up. At first, she just wanted to lie down on the bed, but then she fell asleep.

When Matthew had bathed the two children, she went upstairs and pushed open the door to find the house unlit, the curtains drawn and moonlight streaming in from outside. He looked inside and saw the woman curled up under the covers, sleeping. He gently closed the door and stepped inside, stood by the bed and reached out to touch her forehead. It was a little warm. He went and soaked a towel, took it out and sat on the edge of the bed, and put it on her forehead.

When her skin was soaked with something cold, she shivered and her body followed.

He hurried to remove the towel, “Is it too cold?”.

She slowly opened her eyes. Since she had just woken up, her voice was husky and soft, “Well, it’s cold.”

“You’re a little warm. You need a cold compress.”

Dolores touched her forehead and found that it was indeed still a little warm. She dropped her hand, “I’m awake, so I don’t feel cold.”

Matthew put the towel on her forehead. His hand had been soaked in the cold water when he wet the towel, so his fingers were cool. He wanted to touch her face, but thought of her fear of getting cold, so he changed his touch to cover her with the blankets. He tucked her in and said, “You sleep. I’ll watch you here.” Dolores felt sleepy, so she closed her eyes again.

She didn’t know when she fell asleep, only that she felt someone holding her groggily. His large, warm hands ran across her abdomen. She shifted, found a comfortable position in his arms and fell asleep again.

Perhaps because she felt safe and warm in his arms, she soon fell asleep again.

The next day, Dolores awoke to see Matthew standing in front of the window talking on the phone. He seemed to be giving an account of things at Abbott’s company. She rubbed her eyes, rolled over to look at him, then turned on her side to sink half her face into the pillow, and watched him talk on the phone.

After a moment, he hung up. Dolores asked in a breathy whisper the moment he hung up, “Aren’t you going out today?”

He turned to see her get up, so he put the phone away and walked over. With his arms resting at his sides, he leaned down to look at her, “I’ll stay with you today.”

She narrowed her catlike eyes and rubbed her fragrant, soft, seductive body against his chest, then hooked her slender, white arms around his neck and said softly, “Will you satisfy me with whatever I ask of you?”

His eyes deepened and he said fondly, “Of course.”

She smiled, opening her pink lips, “Then let’s go change the baby’s name and then go see a movie. You buy me a bouquet of roses and then take me out to dinner at a very romantic restaurant.” He said yes.

Dolores annoyed him and pouted, “You pick me up.”

He lifted the sheets, wrapped his arms around her waist, held her slender waist and lifted her out of bed to take her to the bathroom.

Dolores rested her head in the crook of his shoulder and her eyes were slightly downcast, “I didn’t even bathe yesterday, will you wash me? I want to smell nice, I want to wear the nicest clothes and I want to be a woman worthy of you. At the very least, my appearance has to match yours.”

He looked at her and said, “Okay.”

Walking to the bathroom, Matthew set her down and went inside to turn on the hot water in the bathroom. Standing in front of the glass door, Dolores could see his entire back, which was slim and broad. Her waist was narrow, with no bulge, and even and straight in proportion to the narrow line of her hips.

A warm liquid ran down her face. Her tears were falling uncontrollably and without rhyme or reason.

She wanted so much to be with this man forever, to have many children and live an ordinary life.

However, ordinary days had become her most extravagant wish.

The moment Matthew turned away, he wiped the tears from his face, leaned gently against the sink, and then stuck out his tongue to lick his lips. He licked slowly, bit by bit, as if savoring some tempting delicacy. She smiled coquettishly at him, “You undress me. I want you to serve me.”

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