Chapter 564: Chapter 564



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Matthew wondered if she didn’t trust him.

He leaned toward her and pressed his chin on her shoulder. He said in a soft, ambiguous tone, his breath ruffling the hair next to her ear intentionally or unintentionally, “I wouldn’t sleep with any other woman besides you. Only you could inspire my potential.”

He really wanted to avoid angering her.

He stood very close to her and breathed in her ear, tickling her. Dolores pulled away and shot him a look, “Can’t you be any more serious?” Matthew felt aggrieved. He was being very serious.

He was seriously explaining that he really didn’t want to sleep with any other woman. He didn’t have many female contacts on his phone. If there were any, they were from work. He didn’t keep the contact number of any indecent women.

He was afraid Dolores wouldn’t let go.

Suddenly, Dolores understood what he was talking about. She turned to give him a look and sketched a smile. “Didn’t I tell you? If you cheat on me, I’ll cheat on you with more men.” Matthew choked.

Dolores didn’t continue to tease him. She said solemnly, “I know you don’t want me involved in this matter. I can’t help you in any way. What I can do is take care of our children and myself, so you don’t have to worry about your family. I’ll leave everything to you. I just see that Declan is pretty tough, so I’ve saved the guy’s phone number in your phone. If there’s any inconvenience you have to deal with, you can ask Uncle for help.”

After that, she gave him a look. “I don’t care what you are going to do. You are to let the man who bullied Theresa be punished. That’s my demand of you, can you promise me that?”

Matthew reached out to clasp her hand in his arms. He bent his head and kissed her on the forehead. He didn’t pull away from her, but pressed her temples as he rubbed them. He whispered, “I promise.”

₥ₒᵣₑ ᵤₚdₐₜₑₛ ᵢₙ gₐₗₙₒᵥₑₗₛ.𝒸ₒₘ After getting the response she expected, Dolores broke away from his embrace. “You go on with your work. I’m leaving now.”

“It’s almost noon. Why don’t you leave after lunch?” Matthew grabbed her hand, holding it tightly and unwilling to let go.

Dolores pulled her hand away but didn’t get it. She said seriously, “I’m going to visit Theresa in the hospital.”

Although Matthew still didn’t want her to leave, he couldn’t but let go.

“I’ll be home after I see her,” Dolores said before leaving the office.

Matthew let out a gentle “hmm”.

Outside the company, Dolores went to the basement garage and sat in the car.

The driver took her to the hospital.

After arriving at the hospital, she called Boyce, asking for her location.

Boyce said that Theresa had been sent to the observation room, which was on the third floor.

When Dolores found the third-floor observation room, she saw Boyce answering a call in the hallway, apparently speaking her word. Upon seeing her arrive, Boyce exchanged a few words with the person on the other end of the line and hung up the phone.

“Theresa’s in the room. She’s sleeping now. Armand is with her inside,” Boyce said.

Dolores nodded. She said, “If you’re busy, please get on with your work and leave things here to me.”

Boyce really has to take care of something. He was worried, though. “Are you sure?”

After all, she is pregnant.

“I’m just pregnant, I’m not a patient. You go on with your work. I’ll keep watch here. If I need help, I’ll call you,” Dolores said with determination. Boyce couldn’t insist and left.

Seeing Boyce gone, she headed for the door to the observation room. Through the glass of the door, she saw Armand sitting in front of the bed in a blue striped patient gown. Dolores stood in the doorway for a moment and pushed the door gently.

At the sound, Armand thought it was Boyce, so he didn’t turn away. He merely looked at Theresa as she sat in front of her bed in silence.

Dolores glanced at Theresa, who was still sleeping. She whispered, “Armand, let’s talk outside.”

Realizing it wasn’t Boyce’s voice, Armand glanced around. Seeing Dolores, he was silent for a few seconds and then nodded his head.

He got up and tucked Theresa into the comforter. Turning, he said, “Let’s go.”

Dolores stepped forward and left the observation room. Armand followed her and closed the door. They didn’t go too far from the room, and talked in the hallway.

“Are you hurt?” asked Dolores with concern when she saw that he was wearing the patient’s gown.

“Some minor injuries.” Armand lowered his head. His back was injured and now he couldn’t wear the shirt. So after cleaning his wounds, the hospital gave him a patient gown.

“It’s good that you’re okay.” Dolores stood in front of the window, giving him a look.

“Do you know Theresa’s condition?”

Armand leaned against the wall, but the wounds on his back were being pressed. He frowned slightly, lowering his head. “No matter what happened to her, I don’t care.”

He did care, but his concern for her had been for the purity of her body.

He had taken Theresa’s virginity. After becoming his girlfriend, she was always hurt. This time, she was a victim, too.

How could he still be so shameless to worry about such unimportant things?

“But, even if I don’t care, she’s not willing to take me back,” Armand said depressed. He felt quite helpless, but he couldn’t do anything or tell anyone.

Dolores knew Theresa was too hurt the last time. Theresa could let it go because she was mentally strong and determined.

“She needs time,” Dolores said.

She would not get involved in her love. After all, they were all adults and knew what they wanted. She asked Armand because she wanted to know if he still loved Theresa. If so, he had to use his heart to warm Theresa’s, which had grown cold.

Then he could be forgiven by her.

If he no longer loved her, he should leave her alone.

However, Dolores realized that Armand still loved Theresa deeply.

She sighed lightly and asked, “How is she? What did the doctor say?”

“The doctor gave her a shot to bring her fever down. She has some wounds on her legs. She couldn’t walk until she recovered,” Armand said.

Dolores nodded. “I see, does he have to stay in the hospital?”

“The doctor said it’s not necessary. She should recover at home.” Armand pressed his lips together. He told Dolores what was on his mind. “I want to take her home and take care of her. I know she’s not willing. Can you help me convince her?”

Theresa had no family to care for her, but she needed to be cared for. Therefore, he wanted to take care of her himself.

Armand feared that Dolores might have some concerns, so he hastened to explain, “I don’t intend to ask her to forgive me, nor do I want to show her anything. I just want to take care of her. She doesn’t need to have any pressure.”

Dolores knew what he meant. She just wanted to take care of Theresa. However, given their previous relationship, how could Theresa be willing to accept that?

Theresa would be willing to accept him unless she had forgiven him.

“I won’t convince her.” Dolores glanced at Armand. “You should know…she hasn’t forgiven you yet. Why would she let you take care of her?”

“Then who else can take care of her?” Armand leaned against the wall, feeling very upset. He slid down to sit on the floor.

He felt so depressed and frustrated.

“I’ll take care of her. When she wakes up, I’ll take her to the villa. You know we have plenty of rooms there. She can move out. I’ll hire another maid to take care of the housework, so I can take care of her. You, if you want to see her, you can go to our villa.”

Dolores thought the same as Armand. They were not going to be quiet about letting others take care of Theresa. They had to take care of her on their own.

Armand whispered, “Thank you.”

“Don’t even mention it. I’ll take care of her, but it has nothing to do with you.” In Country A, Theresa and Dolores were quite close. She followed Dolores around, helping her set up ‘Cloud’. They were closer than friends.

They appreciated and supported each other. They had become family.

Dolores could see how frustrated Armand was. She also felt sorry for him.

“Cheer up! You can’t win Theresa’s heart back this way.”

Armand gave her a look. “Tell me, Dolores, what should I do?”

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