Theresa wasnât lying on purpose, she was unconsciously responding to protect Doloresâ privacy, she had done so because she couldnât simply reveal her whereabouts.
Even though she knew the reason Dolores had left him, she still thought they should get over it. After all those things were not caused by them, they should not bear the consequences, instead they should cherish each other and stay together happily as the two children were already grown up, plus Dolores was pregnant now.
âSheâs in C-Town.â Theresa was surprised the moment she saw him, she hadnât expected him to come.
However, she could understand after thinking about it.
There were a lot of invitation cards being sent, plus he knew what she looked like very well, so he would no doubt guess that she was related to Dolores once he saw the invitation card.
Matthew was stunned for a few seconds, it seemed that he did not expect to get this answer, City C was located right next to City B, the distance between them was not very far.
âMaybe I donât want to take the kids too far away from you.â Theresa guessed and spoke up.
Although Jolene Harris had left something for her there, but hadnât accepted or used it, the reason she was staying there was because the place wasnât far from B-Town.
Matthew leaned against the door and looked at the light on the side of the road, he was a little confused, it seemed like the world was slowly slipping away from him. The scene in front of his eyes had become clearer and paler, like the painting with a watermark, there was only one thought in his mind, âGo see herâ¦. go see her.â
âWhere does she live?â his voice was very low and soft, but there was a tremor in his voice if you listened carefully, it seemed like he was suppressing a strong feeling in him.
âCity C, block A of YJ Community, building no. 6,â Theresa said.
Matthew turned, but Theresa stopped him, âIâm sorry, can you do me a favorâ¦?â
When she had not finished her words, Armand and Boyce had arrived, âWhy are you here?â
Armand looked into the hallway and saw that there was a woman standing in the hallway, then he looked at Matthew, the corners of his eyes twitched. No one knew what he was thinking, but he spoke no more.
Theresa swallowed the words she wanted to say, her excitement unaffected by the sight of Armand, she wore an expression as if meeting a stranger.
She walked in heels towards them, her eyes didnât land on either Armand or Boyce, she just smiled and spoke to Matthew, âCan I have your phone number?â.
Armand followed Matthew, it didnât suit her to talk in front of him, so she could only talk to him on the phone or through text messages.
Matthew looked at her and soon knew what she was thinking, he simply wanted her to keep a secret and not tell Armand her identity.
Not knowing what he was doing intentionally or unintentionally, he looked at Armand, âGive him my phone number.â After saying this she left.
Armand was not willing to do this, it seemed to him that Matthew was very strange. He hadnât recognized Matthew for a day or two, even if Dolores wasnât at his side, Matthew wouldnât simply give a woman his contact details.
âIs he just mentally irritated because Dolores isnât here?â
He couldnât blame Armand for thinking too much, the actions taken by Matthew were too bizarre.
Boyce looked at Theresa and was left thinking about something, he couldnât believe that Matthew would fall in love with someone else. He mumbled Renee Gordonâs name, suddenly realizing the key point.
âTheresa would go overseas because she was disfigured during the explosion, even though the surgery was successful, she should look different from the past, right?â
âCoincidentally her last name is also Gordon, is it a coincidence?â
He didnât think it was a coincidence, he felt that that Renee Gordon in front of him, was actually Theresa Gordon, Matthew would come looking for her was definitely asked by Dolores.
About the change in her voice, he didnât know the reason, maybe she was changing her voice on purpose?
After finding out, Boyce seemed to understand the reason why Matthew let Armand give him the phone number. He hoped Armand understood Matthewâs intent, he reached out and patted him on the shoulder, âIâll wait for you on the side of the road.â
Boyce moved away after saying this, but Armand suddenly grabbed him, âDonât go.â Boyce was speechless.
âIs he an idiot, doesnât he realize that at all?â
âDoesnât he want me to give him a chance to stay alone?â
Boyce thought in his mind that Armand was pathetic.
Armand didnât realize Boyceâs intention at all, he now felt he was betraying Theresa if he looked at other women. How was he to think that Theresaâs appearance had changed and was totally different from the past?
Plus the more the voice was different, he would no longer think about that aspect, he looked coldly at Theresa, âDonât make out with someone just because you feel you look beautiful, Matthew is a married man. If you donât want to get scolded, get out quick.â
âHmm, Armand thinks Theresa is a woman messing with Matthew. Not to mention giving him the number, itâs already a good thing I donât scold him for something unpleasant.â
Boyce looked up at the sky calmly beside him.
Theresa didnât get angry, she kept smiling, âI donât understand what youâre talking about, please give me the phone number.â
Armand frowned, âDidnât I make that clear?â.
âWhy do you want your phone number?â Armandâs voice still sounded cold.
It was even worse than it was now.
Even though Theresa pretended to be calm and cool, there was still a fluctuation in the bottom of her heart. After all, he had slept with her and was being so intimate with her before, she had even gotten pregnant in the past, how would it be possible to say she had no hard feelings?
She clenched her fists tightly, she didnât understand why she was nervous, she felt like he was looking for trouble on purpose, so her smile faded, âOkay, Iâll go ask him.â
Theresa was about to walk to the edge of the road as she said this, Armand became irritated and pulled her, âHey lady, why are you being so cheeky, didnât I make it clear? You have a wife, donât become a mistressâ¦â
âSir.â Theresa interrupted, âNot everyone has as dirty a mind as you, Iâm asking for your number because I need to talk shop with Mr. Nelson.â
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