Chapter 617: Chapter 617



“Get out!” Theresa Gordon didn’t care where she was. She had been acting hysterical toward him for a long time.

Armand Bernie didn’t move as he looked at her, “Theresa…”

“Do you want me to die in front of you before you stop doing this!” he put his hand to his chest as he could barely breathe.

It was so painful. She felt like she was going to die.

Armand didn’t dare to force her too much and slowly stood up, “I’ll give you some time.”

After saying these words, he left the room and closed the door to the room. Theresa’s crying seemed to be louder as there was no one else in the room and she was no longer holding back. Dolores Flores was standing on the stairs to the second floor. She saw Armand let out a deep sigh as he came out.

A moment ago they had made a big commotion downstairs. Everyone had heard about it. However, everyone was very sensible and didn’t leave the room.

Matthew Nelson hugged her, “Quit stumbling around.”

Dolores followed him into the bedroom, “I want to ask you something. You have to answer me truthfully.”

“Okay, tell me.”

“If I couldn’t give birth to a son, would you still treat me as well as you do now?”. Dolores raised her head and gave him a look.

Matthew looked at her, “Why are you saying this?”.

Children are not so young anymore. There is no reason to answer such a hypothetical question.

Why are you so strange today, why are you asking such childish questions?

It was as childish a question as a woman asking her boyfriends who they would save first if she and her mother fell into the water at the same time.

“I ask you. You have to answer me truthfully.” Dolores didn’t let go as she grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. She had to give him an answer.

Matthew looked down to look at the small hands gripping his neck. He said, “No. Even if you couldn’t give birth to a child, I would still love you. I would have some regrets, though.”

If two people who loved each other lived together without a child, they would have some regrets. When she thought about her life without Amanda Nelson and Andrew Nelson, she couldn’t accept it.

Dolores slowly let go of his hands.

Yes, they could love each other. However, there would surely be regrets. Giving birth to a child is a process every couple should go through. It is also a stage of life in which a woman becomes a mother. It will also allow the man to experience the joy and excitement of becoming a father.

He looked down, “What should Theresa be doing in the future?”

Matthew noticed that she was not in a good mood, “What’s wrong with you?”.

She shook her head, “Nothing.”

However, her look didn’t seem right. Matthew lowered his head to kiss her lips.

Dolores frowned as she stared at him.

He smiled, “You look ugly when you have something on your head. Stop frowning.”

Dolores thumped his chest, “You’re the ugly one!”.

“How can I be ugly?” He frowned.

Dolores said, “You’ve looked ugly everywhere.”

After saying that, she quickly entered the room and tried to close the door to shut him out. However, Matthew moved quickly to block the door but did not dare to apply much force as he was afraid of hurting the baby in her belly. Dolores also did not dare to close the door as she would hurt her hands.

“You go away.” Dolores pretended to be angry.

“I’m not going out.” Matthew was also determined, “Stop playing games.”

“Who asked you to say I’m ugly?” Dolores continued to feign anger, “I’ve decided to draw the line with you. This is my room. You can’t come in.”

Matthew was speechless.

He immediately relented, “You’re not ugly. I am ugly. I’m ugly.”

Dolores laughed at his behavior. She slightly dissipated her strength in her hands and Matthew took the opportunity to push the door open and enter the room. He wrapped his arms around her and lay down on the bed.

He held her head in his hands and let her look at him while he kept thinking about the fact that she said he was ugly. “Am I really ugly?”

Dolores felt strange. He could be upset about something like that. She smiled as she said, “I don’t dislike you for being ugly.” Matthew was speechless.

“Do you really think I’m ugly?”

Dolores said with malice, “Yes.”

“Do you think you’re handsome because a lot of people like you? Actually, no. You are rich. Nowadays, women don’t like poor people and love rich people. It’s the same for me too. I love you because you are rich.”

Matthew felt provoked until he laughed: “Doesn’t your heart ache after belittling your husband?”.

Dolores laughed and asked, “What’s a heart? I may not have one.”

Matthew pinched her cheeks and hugged her. He laughed and said, “Naughty.”

Dolores’ face pressed against his chest. She said softly, “Thank you for making me happy.”

Matthew sighed. It still wouldn’t let him forget the matter that bothered her. He said, “Tell me. what is the matter that causes you to have so many thoughts in your mind?”

Dolores clutched uneasily at his neck. She could imagine how sad she would be if she could not bear a child for Matthew.

She was a woman and could understand Theresa’s feelings. Theresa wasn’t willing to face her shortcomings. Nor was she willing to face Armand.

Matthew looked down to look at her hands clasping his neck.

He patted her bottom, “What a torturous elf.”

Dolores glared at him, “What are you if I’m an elf.”

He said the words without thinking, “You are an elf. Then I am a man seduced by an elf.” As he said that, he lifted her hair around her ear. He seemed to know why she was so upset. He asked, “Is it because of Theresa?”

Dolores nodded.

Now Matthew understood everything. He understood why she was suddenly asking him that kind of question.

He comforted his wife, “Everyone has their own destiny. Don’t worry too much.”

Dolores knew it was an irretrievable matter. She could only accept it, but she still felt bad in her heart.

She felt bad for Theresa.

Knock…

At that moment, Coral came over and knocked on the door, “Dinner’s ready.” Dolores was sluggish and didn’t want to get up.

“Do you want me to bring it up for you?” Matthew noticed that she was tired.

Dolores smiled. How could she let him bring her food when there were guests at home. “Cook for me personally next time when no one’s home.”

“Okay. I’ll wash my hands to make you broth in the future.” Matthew smiled gently. It looked like he was spoiling her since he couldn’t do anything to her.

No choice. She is my wife. She also has my baby in her womb. I love her too.

Therefore, I accept my fate.

As Coral had called them, Boyce Shawn also brought out the two children. He glanced at the slap mark on Armand’s face. He touched his nose and thought in his mind.

What is this guy thinking? He has an obvious slap mark on his face. Why isn’t he leaving yet? Why isn’t he ashamed?

Armand noticed his unusual appearance. He touched his face and laughed matter-of-factly, “I have someone to slap me. You don’t even have someone to slap you. You should be ashamed of yourself.”

After he said that, he took Amanda’s hand, “Come on. Let’s go wash our hands and have dinner.”

Boyce was speechless.

Matthew patted his shoulder, “Why did you come here today?”

Boyce showed a quizzical expression as he stared at Matthew, “I thought you invited Armand and me to dinner today.”

Matthew clearly showed an expression that he had never called him.

Boyce reacted immediately. He smiled as he said, “That guy lied to me.” He was really trying hard to go after Theresa.

Lucy Poole began serving the dishes. They all sat down in front of the dining room table. When Dolores hesitated whether she should go to Theresa in the bedroom, Armand spoke up, “Dolores.”

Dolores came to herself, “Is something wrong?”

“Theresa definitely doesn’t want to go out to eat, could you help me prepare some food? I’ll take it to her.”

Dolores gave him a look and said, “Come in with me.” Armand followed her into the kitchen.

Dolores asked Lucy to go out first. She wanted to say a few words to Armand.

After Lucy washed her hands and came out of the kitchen, she only spoke when no one else was around, “Armand.”

“Yes, Dolores.” Armand was showing a good attitude. He had guessed in his mind why she had called him, “You want to ask about the matter between Theresa and me, don’t you?”

Dolores nodded, “Armand.” She wanted to say something, but didn’t. She was thinking about how she should talk to him in her mind.

Armand said, “Your relationship with Theresa is like that of close relatives. I call you Dolores because I have never treated you as a stranger. Therefore, feel free to say anything.”

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