Dolores froze for a moment before she realized who he was talking about.
Did he mean that Matthew was the cause of this mess?
How could Matthew be so immature?
âDonât you even want to say anything?â Charles looked at her with some expectation. Even if she was in pain, he didnât care. If she could show her concern for him, it would be worth her suffering.
At the same time, he laughed bitterly in his heart. How could he be so absurd?
Could he be crazy? Or could it be that he was a masochist? Was he doing this so that she could show her concern for him?
âHave you made a mistake?â Dolores didnât admit what she said right away.
Charles was speechless.
Was she playing dumb? Or was she reluctant to admit that her husband was narrow-minded?
âThatâs impossible. I have offended no one but him. None of my rivals in the business world would dare attack me recklessly. If they had such intentions, they would have already taken action against me. And they would not wait until now to do so with me. It looked like they were scheduled to take action at the same time. If there is no one to back them up and make plans, then I definitely donât believe it.â Charles didnât look into the matter, as the hit caught him off guard, so he didnât have time to check it out. But he could be sure that the mastermind behind it was Matthew.
âYou know what, if those people following me werenât so loyal, then they would have been robbed long ago for a better payoff? And if that were the case, then Iâm afraid the White Group would have gone out of business long ago.â
âI personally care a lot about you.â After hearing Charlesâ words, Dolores was speechless, because she really didnât expect Matthew to do that to Charles.
If there was a conflict between the two, there didnât seem to be too much of a conflict of interest between them.
Besides, Charles was returning to White City soon and rarely appeared in B-town with ease.
And Dolores didnât understand why Matthew was so cruel to Charles.
In good conscience, Matthew had gone too far this time.
âHmm?â Charles arched his eyebrows-what did he mean by that?
Dolores didnât look at him. Instead, she just casually glanced at the shadows of the roadside trees cast on the ground by the streetlights. âAs the saying goes, a woman shares the fate of the man she married. Since I married him, no matter what he did, I must support him because it is my duty as a wife.â
Since she disapproved of what Matthew did, she felt very sorry for Charles. However, she could not criticize Matthew for what he had done. First, it was because he was her husband. Secondly, the most important reason was that she knew very well how Charles felt about her. So all she had to do was defend her husband and dismiss Charlesâ thoughts. If she showed her sympathy and apologized for him, then she would be deceiving him.
Charles twitched his lips and then let out a laugh, âYou seem to support your husband no matter what he has done. As corny as this sentence sounds, it is exceptionally touching. If you listen to this, Iâm afraid that even if you are asleep, you will wake up from your sleep laughing.â
After laughing, he lowered his voice, âYou really are a couple. Even if you hurt me, you will attack me brutally. And you are as vicious as he is.â
Dolores pretended not to understand, âItâs getting late. I should be getting home. My children have told me to wait for me on the way back, so I canât stay long.â
âIâll take you home.â Charles feared that Dolores would refuse his offer, so he said, âSince itâs so late, Iâm worried about you going home alone. After all, Iâm the one who asked you to stay. If anything were to happen to you because of me, it would be my fault.â
As he had told her, Dolores could not refuse. So Charles called Tom and asked him to come over. And Tom was in the neighborhood, so he rushed over there. Since Charlesâ car had been specially modified with a ramp near the car door, Tom could also easily push him into the car.
There was an empty spot in the car for the wheelchair with a seat next to it.
As they sat in the car, Charles asked, âWhere do you live?â
Dolores told him the name of the neighborhood where she lived and Tom started driving. The two didnât speak the whole way, so the car was very quiet. And Charles didnât talk because he was upset. Although it was pretty harsh, he was upset about what Dolores had just said.
He was angry at him. He was angry at his weakness. And he couldnât control his emotions when confronted with his feelings for her.
This must be a problem that has surrounded people since ancient times. Otherwise, the ancient poets would not be able to write those emotional and long verses.
He remembered that he had seen an untitled poem that especially expressed his feelings at this moment: âMy love is oceans and mountains away, a distance impossible to shorten. My thoughts of my beloved are as far away as heaven and earth, but I am only mortal.â
After about thirty minutes, the car stopped in front of the neighborhood.
Charles sighed and ordered his thoughts. Then he looked at her and said softly, âItâs very late. Go home and get some rest.â
Dolores didnât get out of the car right away, but said to Tom, âCan you give us a little room? Iâd like to talk to Mr. White alone.â
Tom looked back at Charles. And when he saw Charles nod to him, he parked the car, pushed the door open and got out.
The two were soon alone in the car.
Dolores stood thinking for a moment. She looked at him with a very calm look, âI have some problems with him. And they are serious problems tooâ¦â
âIs that why you showed up here?â Charles was surprised that she was so frank with him, for it had always seemed to him that Dolores was so quiet that she didnât seem like a woman.
However, she was willing to open up to him at that moment, which made him ecstatic.
âYes.â
He couldnât wait to ask her what was on his mind, âSo, do I stand a chance?â
âNo.â Dolores said almost cruelly, âIâm telling you because when I decided to leave him for a while, I realized how much I love him. Therefore, I wonât fall in love with anyone but him.â
How happy Charles was a moment ago, but then how defeated and ashamed he was at that moment.
Dolores pushed open the car door and got out. She stood in front of the car door and looked at Charles, âYouâre not young anymore, so youâd better find a mate as soon as possible. Donât wait until youâre so old that no woman wants you, and youâll end up alone. Youâve wasted too much time already. And Iâm looking forward to your wedding invitation.â
Charles laughed bitterly, âYouâre really merciless to me. Arenât you afraid Iâll die because of your harsh words?â
âNo, you wonât. Since you havenât avenged your adoptive father yet, how will you die easily? You will live well.â Dolores waved her hand at him. Then she finally told him to get to safety on the road and closed the car door. She stepped out into the light reflecting off the ground and walked into the neighborhood.
Charles squinted as he watched her back through the window. He couldnât help twisting his lips into a bitter smile.
Didnât he love her for being frank and direct?
She was determined and knew exactly what she was thinking. Besides, she never did things carelessly. And she had a clearer mind than most men.
He wanted to hate her, but he couldnât.
He rolled down the window and shouted at her, âIâll get married.â
Her attitude today let him know that he really had no chance and no hope, so all he could do was secretly bury her in his heart.
Therefore, he could only miss her secretly.
If he couldnât be with her, then it didnât matter who he would be with.
Dolores heard his words, but did not turn around. She just raised her hand and waved it to tell him that she had heard what he had just said.
Charles called Tom. He didnât want to go back to his house and told Tom, âLetâs go to B-town.â
Tom was a little confused. He wondered why Charles had suddenly decided to go to City B. What had Dolores told him? Was he still irritated about something?
âNow?â
Charles said quietly, âMmm.â
âBut our cooperation with Mr. Powell is still unresolved. If we leave here nowâ¦â
âSo now you wonât listen to my order?â Charles interrupted Tom with great displeasure.
He was in a bad mood now, so he didnât want to listen to nonsense right now. And he wanted to stay quiet for a while.
Tom shut up and began to drive in silence. Then he followed Charlesâ orders.
It was morning when they arrived in B-town.
It was not meant to be a normal day. And Charles didnât expect to hear such big news when they arrived in B-town.
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