Chapter 509: Chapter 509



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He was fascinated and obsessed, wanting to go up to her, hug her and tell her he missed her.

But the reality was that he only dared to look at her from afar, and he didn’t even dare to make a sound, for fear that she would see him.

They were getting closer and closer. As long as he called them softly, they could see him. But he was coming with such haste and eagerness that he had not thought of how to face her.

Just as they were about to see him, he turned and stopped at the corner.

He had never been such a coward in his life. In front of his partner and children, he cowered.

“Mom, can I make wontons tonight?” asked Amanda as she headed for the neighborhood entrance, grabbing Dolores by the arm.

Dolores looked at her daughter and asked with a smile, “Do you know how to make wontons?”

“No, but I can learn.”

Just as Amanda finished, Andrew said, “Then eat your own wontons.”

“Okay! Humph, I won’t let you eat my wontons even if you want to,” Amanda cocked her head and said out loud.

Andrew worried, “What if the wontons you make don’t have filling but only wrappers?”.

“That won’t happen. You have to trust me.” Amanda took her brother’s hand, “I’ve made wontons before, have you forgotten? I have experience.”

Amanda spoke like an adult. After saying that, she also patted Andrew’s shoulder, “Don’t worry.”

“I remember last time you made dough, right? This time daddy isn’t here and no one will eat your dough.”

“You…” Amanda felt hurt and let go of Andrew’s hand and took Dolores’, “Mommy, Mommy, look, my brother is very annoying. He doesn’t trust me and he even hits me. The teacher has said that children should be praised to make them better. If he keeps hitting me, I will become stupid.”

Dolores felt strange. Can praise make people smart?

However, she didn’t say so. Praise was necessary. Otherwise, what if she really did become dumb?

“Amanda is the best. She can definitely make perfect wontons.”

“Mommy, I want to make wontons too,” Andrew said. Otherwise, what was he going to do when Mommy and his sister made wontons together? He wanted to be a part of it.

Dolores smiled warmly and helplessly, “Okay, they can do whatever they want, okay?”.

The two children laughed gleefully. It was as if they had heard the helplessness in Dolores’ tone and were amused by her mischief.

Gradually, they moved deeper into the neighborhood, their voices getting lower and lower, until finally they were not heard at all.

Matthew remained standing in his place. Hearing their conversation, he remembered the time when Dolores got petulant and gave him all the dough made by the two children, which caused him to be unable to sleep all night.

He could still feel how he felt at that moment. The corners of her mouth turned up slightly without her noticing.

Happiness was so simple. There were no flashy words, no exciting scenes. Having a simple family was happiness.

He stood on the roadside and watched the building where Dolores lived from day to night. The lights would come on in that building.

He found a place where he could sit down, threw his suit on the ground, bowed his head and quietly looked at the building, imagining what the people inside were doing at that moment. Every now and then he would let out a chuckle as if something funny was occurring to him.

Oscar arrived at Dolores’ house. As he parked the car, he happened to see a man sitting on the shoulder laughing. After getting out of the car, he looked back in the man’s direction. He thought he had made a mistake. This time, he was sure he had not been mistaken. There was indeed a man sitting on the side of the road, very handsome, but like a fool.

Oscar felt sorry for him. It was a pity that such a handsome man was a fool.

He had just returned and had to see Dolores right away, so he had no time for this. He walked quickly to the neighborhood. He was back on the noon flight, so he was later than Matthew, and Theresa shouldn’t be back until tomorrow morning. He took the afternoon flight.

Oscar arrived just in time to see Dolores and the two children making wontons. He changed his shoes and walked in, “Well, I’m back just in time for dinner.”

He walked over to the table and saw the wontons on the table, partly exquisite and partly awful. He frowned, pointed to the dough made by Andrew and Amanda and asked, “What are they, are they edible?”

“Not for you.” Amanda was irritated.

“Well, what’s wrong with Amanda today, have you eaten dynamite? If you don’t let me eat them, I can take some.” Hearing Oscar’s words, Amanda made a wry face and looked at him, “You’re a bandit, huh?”.

Oscar rubbed his head, “I used to be a bandit.”

Amanda’s eyes widened. All the bandits she had seen on TV were bad guys, could he be a bad guy too?

“Bandits are bad guys, so are you a bad guy too?”

Oscar immediately denied, “I’m not a bad guy.”

“Then why do you say you’re a bandit? Bandits are bad people.” Amanda was so stubborn, she had to make it clear.

Oscar pulled up a chair and sat down, “Well, I’m whatever you say.” After he said that, he thought about the person he saw downstairs and said to Dolores, “You should be careful when you go in and out of the neighborhood lately.”

“Hmm? What’s wrong?” Dolores looked up and asked.

“I see a fool at the entrance to the neighborhood. I’m afraid he’s mentally ill and will hurt you and the two children,” Oscar said seriously.

“Really? When I came back, I didn’t see anything unusual downstairs, let alone any fool.” Dolores put the wontons down on the table and picked up another piece of wrapper.

“You’d better watch out, why would a normal person sit on the shoulder and laugh? He looks handsome and has a suit lying on the ground. I’m guessing he’s probably failed in business and has been stimulated. Nowadays, people who fail in business even throw themselves off buildings. It’s not uncommon for them to become fools – have you seen the news? A rather large company in C-town was taken over, and its owner almost jumped off the building.”

Dolores got up after finishing the last couple of wontons and prepared to go cook them.

When Dolores didn’t respond, Oscar added, “You hear me? Be careful. You must drop them off and pick them up every day. If you don’t have time, let me go. Don’t neglect yourself. If you lose such beautiful children, you’ll regret it.”

Dolores knew Oscar cared about them. She smiled and said, “Okay, I’ll do it.”

Andrew got flour and meat on his hands as he made the wontons. He wanted to wash his hands, so he got up from the chair. Oscar continued talking to Amanda. When he heard movement, he looked over at Andrew. When he saw his face, he froze for a moment and then burst out laughing, “Andrew, why do you look like a fool?”

Andrew’s face darkened, “The fool is you.”

Oscar froze for a moment, he hadn’t expected such a reaction from Andrew. But, on second thought, he knew why he was so angry. No one would like to be called a fool. For a moment, Oscar thought that Andrew looked a lot like the ‘fool’ downstairs. He explained, “Even though they look alike, I know Andrew is a smart guy who is going to be a great boss in the future. How can he be a dummy.”

Oscar thought that since Dolores didn’t want to accept JK, then JK might be given to Andrew in the future.

Andrew washed his hands and walked out, looked at Oscar and asked, “Where is the fool? I want to see how stupid he is.”

Oscar sat motionless in his chair and pointed to the balcony, “You can see it if you stand on the balcony and look down.”

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