Chapter 579: Chapter 579



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Declan said grumpily, “If I can find another place in B-Town to hide it, why would I have looked for you?”

Maisy didn’t grow up in the Bailey Family and Declan was the only son in the family. He was spoiled by his parents from infancy. As for his sisters, except for his older sister who grew up in the family from infancy, he had no feeling for the other sisters.

He showed no respect to the others when he spoke, thinking it was his duty to help them.

Hearing Declan’s tone of voice, Maisy felt uncomfortable in her heart and reminded him, “I’m your sister.”

“I know, otherwise I wouldn’t come to you,” Declan said as if it were normal.

Maisy closed her eyes and sighed in her heart. Declan didn’t understand what she meant at all.

In his eyes, relatives were there to be used and he felt no domestic affection for them. Nor did he know how to respect others.

“I won’t hide it in B Town, but in White Town. If you are willing to do this, we can have an appointment tomorrow to negotiate this. If you are not willing to accept it, then it doesn’t matter. All in all, I will not allow you to hide it in my house.”

Maisy explicitly stated her attitude.

She really didn’t like him.

She didn’t want to have any contact with him either. If it wasn’t because they had the same parents, she really wanted to leave him alone.

Declan wanted to reprimand her, but now he had been backed into a corner.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t think of hiding his friend at his sister’s house.

Boyce’s men were watching him all day and he had lost his freedom. If this continued, John’s whereabouts would be exposed sooner or later.

But now he had no choice and could only accept it.

“Okay, but what is White City, is it really safe?” Declan still had some scruples – why hadn’t he heard of White City before?

Maisy,”…”

“White City is a small place. Now that I recommend it to you, it’s definitely a safe place. I can’t do anything if you don’t believe me.” After finishing the words, Maisy prepared to end the call.

Declan was quick to say, “Okay. Should I let my men send John to your house tomorrow?”

Maisy didn’t rush to answer him. Instead, she pulled the phone away from her ear and covered the receiver with her hand. Then, she looked up at Charles, “You’ll send your friend here tomorrow, is that okay?”

Charles nodded his head in agreement and said, “I’ll have a driver come pick him up.”

“Okay. Then I’ll let you send your friend here.” Maisy put her phone close to her ear again and said to Declan, “Then send him here tomorrow.”

“Okay.” After finishing the words, Declan hung up the phone.

Looking at her phone, Maisy furrowed her eyebrows slightly. She didn’t even say any formula or thank him and directly ended the call. He showed no respect to his sister and was very rude.

“Mom, since you don’t like him, you can make it clear with him after this matter and we won’t contact him again.” Charles could tell that Maisy was very unhappy with her brother.

“I will. Hurry up and get some rest. It’s late already.” Maisy said.

Charles replied with a groan and wheeled the wheelchair towards the bedroom.

Back at the villa…

As Dolores slept soundly, Matthew did not wake her. Later, she was awakened by hunger. When she woke up, she saw that it was already midnight. She rolled over in bed, rubbed her eyes, and asked, “Why didn’t you wake me up?”

Matthew hugged her, “You were sleeping soundly, so I didn’t wake you.”

Dolores, “…”

“It’s too late now, is there anything to eat?” She pulled up the comforter with complaints and got out of bed. She was still wearing the dress she wore during the day. Earlier, having sex with Matthew in the bathroom, he tugged at her dress, leaving it very messy. The neckline fell to her shoulder and there were red hickeys on her chest.

Dolores adjusted the dress to cover her chest and felt very uncomfortable. She fell asleep directly after sex and had not washed her body, so her body felt unpleasantly wet and sticky with the remnants of sperm on it. She pulled a set of clean underwear and an evening gown out of the closet and went into the bathroom.

Dolores prepared a whole tub of water and took a bath. She finally perked up after the bath. Half an hour later, she dried her hair, put on her clothes and came out. There was no one in bed anymore. Dolores went to the balcony, but still couldn’t find Matthew, so she went downstairs.

By this time, everyone had gone to bed and silence reigned throughout the villa. There was no one downstairs in the living room either, and only the kitchen lights were on.

Dolores approached with gentle steps. Then she saw that Matthew, who was wearing an apron, was boiling wantons. She leaned against the door frame, fixing her eyes on him, and asked quietly, “Do you know how to cook?”

Matthew turned and shot her a look, “Are you looking down your nose at me?”

Dolores laughed, walked into the kitchen and wrapped her arms around his waist from behind. She asked him, “When did you learn to cook?”.

“Coral told me to boil the rib soup and then put the wantons in the soup.” They all ate dinner tonight. Since she didn’t wake Dolores, she asked Coral how to cook the wantons, thinking she could cook them for Dolores when she woke up.

Coral made the wantons ahead of time and the rib soup was also prepared ahead of time and had been kept warm. Matthew only had to light the fire and put the wantons in the soup.

Perhaps because she was hungry, Dolores could smell the fragrance of the meat.

She tilted her head, glanced at the pot, and asked, “When will it be ready?”

“Are you hungry?”

Dolores nodded her head honestly, “Yes.”

Matthew turned around, gave her a kiss on the forehead and said, “Wait outside. It will be ready soon.”

Dolores let go of him, walked out of the kitchen, went to the dining room, pulled out a chair and sat down, waiting for the delicacy.

Matthew quickly put the cooked wantons in a large bowl and set the bowl in front of her. Coral had seasoned the rib soup and Matthew didn’t need to add anything else in it except the wantons. The bowl was full of tripe, pork ribs, wantons and soup.

Matthew handed her a small bowl, a pair of chopsticks and a spoon and said, “Pour them into the small bowl. It’s very hot.”

Dolores nodded and poured some ribs and wantons into the small bowl to cool them. Coral was an expert in the kitchen and the dishes she prepared were all delicious. The wantons had shrimp meat as a filling. The moment she put it in her mouth and bit into it, she felt it delicious and fragrant. The ribs were initially prepared for dinner and as they had been boiled by the small fire until midnight, the meat had cooked.

It had lost its springiness, but was very aromatic.

Matthew sat down beside her and rested an arm on the back of the chair in which Dolores was sitting, fixing his eyes on her. She finished half of what was in the bowl after a while. Matthew said, “You seem to be eating a lot, why don’t you gain weight?”

Dolores asked without even raising her head, “Do you like fat women?”

Matthew reached out to pinch her arm, “You’re too thin. I want you to gain weight by feeding yourself.”

Dolores laughed, “With my height, do you think it’s okay for me to gain weight until I’m a hundred pounds?”.

Matthew, “…”

Not hearing Matthew’s response, Dolores looked up at him and asked, “What’s the matter, are you going to look down on me?”

With one hand resting on his chin, Matthew replied in a serious tone, “If you want to weigh a hundred kilos, I’ll buy you hormones?”.

Dolores, “…”

Indeed, she was having a hard time gaining weight, and it was very much related to her build.

Matthew ran his hand down her waist and brushed her waist separated by the fabric, “I’m not going to look down on you no matter what.”

“I don’t believe your words.” Dolores drank the soup she had earlier scooped into the small bowl and then put down the chopsticks and spoon.

Matthew leaned toward her, “What must I do to convince you, must I make a written promise?”

Dolores distanced herself from him. After drinking the soup, she felt hot and sweats broke out all over her body. When Matthew approached her, she felt even hotter. Since there was too much soup and she was so full that she couldn’t drink any more, Dolores pushed the big bowl with a lot of soup left to Matthew and said, “Drink it. I ate it myself and I can’t let others eat it. But it’s a waste to throw it away.”

Matthew repelled her very much because he didn’t want to eat greasy food at midnight.

Dolores pouted, “Didn’t you want to prove your words? Finish the soup in the big bowl and then I’ll believe your words. There is no need to make a written promise. After all, I trust you very much.”

Matthew, “…”

He would have a hard time drinking it. He asked, “Can I change one way to taste it?”

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