Chapter 546: Chapter 546



Dolores looked into his dark eyes, knowing he was testing or waiting for her to take the initiative.

In fact, she especially wanted to hug him and try to respond to him.

But she didn’t because her body wouldn’t allow her to indulge herself at the moment.

After waiting a long time for her to respond to him, Matthew felt a little frustrated. He frowned and asked quietly, “Don’t you want to have me?”.

“Yes, I do,” Dolores said.

Matthew stopped frowning immediately. With light in the corners of his eyes, he asked with a grin, “Then why didn’t you?”

Dolores sighed, “I didn’t dare.”

Matthew was speechless.

His face was very close to hers. His breath could even ruffle her hair as he spoke. He said in a low, husky voice, “It’s easy to have me.”

Dolores turned her face away and looked down and stroked her belly, “Your son will not allow it.”

Matthew was speechless again.

He felt cold water suddenly poured on his head. Then he dropped back on the bed.

Dolores looked up at him, “I’m hungry.”

She hadn’t eaten since this morning and her stomach had been rumbling for some time.

Matthew sat up. He had brought the cake Armand had bought into the room and it was on the table. He picked it up and handed it to Dolores, “This is the cake you want to eat. Try it to see if it is what you want.”

Dolores took the cake, opened the box and the smell of cream came out immediately. Her mouth watered.

She found that her taste had become very strange now. Suddenly she wanted to eat this, and suddenly she wanted to eat something else. Besides, she couldn’t stop eating. She would feel very hungry if she ate later.

There was a spoon in the box. She took a spoonful of the cake into her mouth, and her mouth was filled with the sweet, creamy taste. The cream had seemed very greasy to her before, but now it felt sweet.

Matthew handed her a bottle of milk for fear that she might be thirsty. He gave her The milk through a straw, “Eat slowly. I won’t take it away from you.”

Dolores didn’t take the milk in her hands, she just took a sip of milk and swallowed the cream in her mouth, “I haven’t eaten anything since this morning. I’m very hungry.”

“Why haven’t you eaten?” he frowned, why did she always let him worry about her?

“Tom picked me up yesterday. Charles wanted to see me this morning. Then I went to his wedding. I didn’t have time to eat anything.” Dolores completely forgot that Charles was Matthew’s “enemy.”

Only when she finished did she remember how much Matthew hated Charles. She quickly glanced at him and tried to explain. He opened his mouth, but realized he couldn’t say anything.

Because what he had said was the truth.

Indeed, his face sank as he heard Charles’ name. Dolores offered him a piece of cake, “It’s delicious, try it.”

Matthew just glanced at it without saying anything.

“Next time, I’ll stay away from him and not talk to him. Don’t be mad.” She held the cake up to his mouth again, and Matthew still didn’t open his mouth.

Dolores frowned. She had tried to be nice, what did he want from her?

Charles had invited her to his wedding, and it was inappropriate for her not to come.

Besides, she wanted to come and rest at that time, too.

“You’re not sincere,” Matthew’s voice was low and sounded aggrieved.

Dolores was speechless.

Was she not sincere?

Not only did she take the initiative to admit her mistake, but she was also kind to him.Why wasn’t she sincere?

So what did he want her to do, get down on her knees and beg him?

Dolores asked patiently, “What must I do to be sincere?”

Matthew leaned over and said with a smile, “Feed me with your mouth.” Dolores was speechless.

Why was he so brazen?

Why?

“I see what you do.” Dolores put the piece of cake to her mouth and turned her face away, “Don’t push your luck.”

“Luck? What’s that? I don’t know. I just want you now.” He walked over to Dolores just as he finished speaking and licked the cream from the corners of her mouth.

Dolores tried to pull away from him, but she had the cake in her hands and couldn’t free them. Matthew didn’t move too far away for fear of pissing her off. He swallowed the sweet cream.

He smiled and reached up to stroke her hair, “What else do you want to eat? Tell me and I’ll tell you.”

After eating the cake, she was no longer hungry. Dolores lowered her head, “Did you send me those radishes?”

“Yes.” Now that they had met, she had nothing to hide. She specially asked someone to bring her the radishes from far away. Radishes were not rare, but the ones in the supermarket were no longer fresh. Matthew looked at her and asked, “Is it good?”.

After eating the pie, Dolores took a few sips of milk to get the cream taste out of her mouth. Then she said, “It’s delicious. I just forgot to bring some.”

Matthew said nothing.

She really couldn’t understand what was so good about radishes.

But she liked it.

As long as she found it delicious, he would surely satisfy her.

He lay down on the bed and held out his arms, gesturing for her to lie in his arms, “Sleep with me for a while.”

Dolores lay down and leaned against his arm. When she thought about the fact that he had said he wanted the baby to take her last name, she cocked her head to the side and asked, “Are you really going to let the baby take my last name?”

Matthew turned around, hugged her and said, “Yes.”

She found a comfortable position in his arms. She changed the last names of the two children because, first of all, she was not Randolph’s daughter and should not have Flores as her last name, let alone the two children. Secondly, because she wanted them to carry Matthew’s last name.

It was only natural for the children to carry their father’s surname.

But it never occurred to him to change his last name.

Unconsciously, she still didn’t know how to accept this fact.

He didn’t even know his real parents. He knew everything about them from others. He had only heard a few words about them. And what they brought her was not good.

If she could choose, she would rather be Randolph’s daughter. At least she knew this man. If he hurt her, she could hate him. If he gave her love, she could love him.

But what was she now?

“I feel ambivalent-what do you think I should do?”

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