The phone didnât hang up, but no one spoke.
Seemingly separated by distance, they spoke silently to each other about their hard feelings.
Dolores couldnât take it any longer and unceremoniously hung up the call. She gripped the phone tightly and pressed it to her heart. She desperately held back but could not suppress her sobbing. Her sobbing was becoming more and more long-suffering.
The two children who had fallen asleep seemed to be disturbed by Dolores. They opened their eyes in a daze and saw Dolores crying. Simona rubbed her eyes and reached out to help her wipe away her tears, âMama, are you crying?â
Looking at her daughter, she wiped her tears and pressed her dry lips together, âI have sand in my eyes. Iâm not crying.â
The little girl blinked, where was the sand in the car coming from? There wasnât even a breeze, and even if there was, how could it get in her eyes?
âSimona will help mommy rub.â She reached out her small fleshy hands and gently rubbed her eyes.
Samuel, on the other hand, was mature. He seemed to know why his mother was crying, but he didnât comfort her.
He just looked out the window alone and sighed.
In the evening, the car arrived at C-Town. Dolores paid and got out of the car. She took the two children to stay at the hotel. Although it was very late, the hotel was still offering food. Dolores called the receptionist and asked for some food. She didnât have much of an appetite, but for the sake of the child she was carrying in her womb, she had to eat. The two children were hungry too.
Since she wasnât carrying anything and it was nighttime, she washed the children and asked them to sleep after eating.
The two children were tired from the car ride and comfortable from the bath, so they soon fell asleep in her arms. However, she didnât feel like sleeping.
Through the thin curtain, she could see the city light. It was flickering, like a bustling urban scene.
The uncertainty of being new to the city and the longing for that person made it a sleepless night for her. She had many thoughts that could not be calmed in her mind.
Similarly, in that villa in another city, the lights were not on in the master bedroom on the second floor. The house was dimly lit. Vaguely, a figure could be seen standing in front of the window. The air around him was cold. He was the only one left in the world. He felt lonely.
Suddenly, there was light. It was because he touched the screen of his phone. He lowered his eyes to read the text message sent by Dolores. His gaze locked on the sentence âEven though I just left, I miss you like crazy already. Mathew, I love you. I love you so much.â
The thick lashes were going against the light, a faint shadow of light refracted. It was vaguely visible that the eyes were covered with water.
He tried to stop the hoarse voice he couldnât control, âI miss you too, I miss you so much Iâm going crazy.â
The night was long. Although they were not in the same city, they were in the same state of mind. It was like an invisible entanglement.
Dawn broke, but Dolores was already awake. She washed her face, brushed her teeth and got dressed. The two children were still asleep. She went to the hotel reception to ask for the JK Group.
The receptionist was wearing a black suit, with a label pinned to the right breast. Her long brown hair was neatly pulled back behind her head. Upon hearing Doloresâ question about JK Group, she looked up at her, âWho are you?â
Everyone in this town knew JK Group. It was very big and had done a lot of charity work. It had a very good reputation in the area.
Dolores smiled, âIâm from somewhere else. One of my relatives works there but I donât know how to find him, so Iâm asking you.â
The receptionist looked Dolores up and down. She still had the same dress on the inside, but she had added a jacket on the outside, which didnât quite match and looked a bit messy.
Her long hair was tied in a ponytail at the back of her head. Her plain cheeks looked innocent. However, last night she stayed home with two children. She knew she was not innocent. Now she turned to her relative for shelter. She must have faced some difficulties.
âWhen you take a cab, just tell the driver that you want to go to JK Group. The driver can take you there directly. Are the two children from yesterday your children?â The receptionist could not contain her curiosity and asked. It was because she looked young but the two children did not look young.
Dolores nodded, âYes, they are my children.â
âOh, they look very nice, you look young too, I canât believe you have such grown children.â Said the receptionist with a smile.
Dolores smiled back. After saying thank you, she said, âPlease ask someone to send breakfast to my room.â
âOkay.â
After hearing the receptionistâs words, she hurried back to her room. She was afraid that the two children would be frightened when they did not see her when they woke up.
When she returned to her room, the two children were still sleeping soundly, with no sign of waking up. She went in and gently stroked her son and daughter, whispering, âBabies, wake up.â
It was almost seven oâclock now. It would take them an hour or two to wake up, wash, eat breakfast and tidy up.
Although Samuelâs eyes and eyebrows were furrowed as if he hadnât slept well, he rubbed his eyes and woke up.
Simona, however, hugged her blanket and was unwilling to wake up. She buried her head in the blanket, âI donât want to wake up, Iâm not awake yet.â
The girlâs voice was warm and catchy, with a hint of the hoarseness that comes when one has just woken up.
Dolores giggled and stroked her head, âIf youâre not awake, who is it thatâs talking to me?â
The little girl closed her eyes and thought for a moment, âYou had heard wrong, no one is talking to you.â
âThen who is the one who just spoke?â Dolores merely toyed with her.
âItâs not a person.â
Dolores was speechless.
This little girl was a pain in the ass to her.
She got up from the side of the bed and deliberately said aloud, âAll right, then, sleep on.â I had just come downstairs and saw a lot of nice breakfasts, so I asked them to send us three servings. I was afraid they wouldnât be enough. Now that youâre sleeping, it turns out Samuel and I can eat three servings, so we wonât feel like thereâs not enough. Youâll miss the good food.â
When Simona heard about the food, she sat down immediately. She still looked uncomfortable and didnât open her eyes, âWhat kind of food is it? Mom can finish eating it with my brother. I want to eat too. If Iâm hungry and get thin, Dad will feel sorry for me.â
Dolores fluttered her eyelashes slightly. Then she lowered her eyes to hide her excitement.
Samuel had finished washing his face and brushing his teeth. He came out and leaned against the wall to look at his sister. He sighed lightly.
Dolores looked up at him, âWhatâs the matter, why do you keep sighing?â It was the third time she had heard Samuel sigh.
âMy sister is too much of a worrywart,â Samuel explained. After finishing his sentence, he sat down in a chair. In fact, he was sighing as he thought that he could live happily with his father and mother together as a family. He didnât expect something to happen again.
However, although she didnât know exactly what had happened, she knew that her mother had brought them here just to get away from her father.
She was crying in the car, so she guessed she had no choice. He had been living with his mother for a long time, so he wouldnât feel uncomfortable. However, she would miss her father, who was about to be integrated into her life. However, he hoped things would get better later.
Simona moved her lips and her drowsiness subsided. Dolores got her out of bed and took her to the bathroom to wash up. However, she did not let Dolores help her, âI can do it myself, go get some rest.â
For a moment Dolores was relieved, feeling that the little girl who liked to be cuddled, to let herself be hugged, to let her tell her stories before falling asleep, seemed to have grown up.
After Simona had cleaned herself and when Dolores was tidying her clothes, they brought up breakfast. She opened the door and asked the person to put it on the table.
It was a nice day. The sun was streaming through the window.
The three of them sat at the table and ate breakfast. The hotel breakfast was exquisite and looked delicious. Simona was satisfied. She picked up her chopsticks to taste the food.
Dolores looked at the two children and said seriously, âSamuel, Simona, Mama has something to tell you.â
Samuel looked at her and said, âWhat is it? Mama, tell me.â
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