Snare of Love

Chapter 240 I Regret It

Dolores felt the pain but she did not make a sound. Instead, she allowed him to vent his emotion.

As she knew that she was the one who kept things from him.

"You are my only woman..." He was deep-voiced and his eyes dazed.

She was her only woman, emotionally and physically.

Dolores couldn't tell if it was his hot breath or the words that took her off guard and made her feel like

burning up all over. But she still pretended to be cool, "How about Maria Herbert then?"

She purposefully brought up old scores again.

If she didn’t pick a quarrel, she worried that he'll keep bothering her about her secret-keeping.

"In my past life, I must have been a nasty person who committed wrongdoings. In this life, God just

brought you to me to punish me," Matthew said as he pinched her chin and pulled her into his arms.

He knew, but he couldn't reveal that she did that on purpose.

He would just forget about it.

Anyway, he will investigate and find it all out himself.

He was curious about what she was keeping from him.

It might cause her to change her mind and go to such lengths to surround herself with him.

Dolores clutched his collar, her mind was racing, and she immediately regained her calm as she

thought about several things. After some careful thought, she made a choice, "I have never been in

love, I don't know how to love others, please forgive me."

"Are you confessing to me?" Matthew stunned and gently dropped his gaze.

Dolores’ heart was still a little unsure, but she decided to try, "Take it as a yes." All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

He chuckled out loud and his gaze rested on her bashful cheeks. She had the gift of the gab only

moments before, but she was blushing now.

Dolores avoided him. He put her flowing hair up and looked at her closely for a while and felt that she

was perfect.

He leaned forward and brushed his lips on her cheek. He whispered an incomplete sentence in her ear,

"I regret it."

Dolores’ eyes widened. She could not respond to what he exactly wanted to express.

"What exactly do you mean?"

Matthew lifted his brows and chuckled gently. He was insensibly indulgent as he said with a deep voice

"How could you forget about it so quickly? It's okay, you can make up for it later."

Dolores was constantly felt that he said it with his tongue in his cheek.

Her eyes widened even further suddenly, did he mean last night?

Boom!

Her face became even redder as if it were on fire.

Matthew put his arm around her and laid on another bed that wasn't very wide. Matthew was so tall that

his calves had to be placed outside the bed. He also had to bend over as he laid sideways and

wrapped his arm around Dolores, who was also bent over and laid sideways, to lie on the bed with him.

Samuel’s small hand grasped the cushion to keep himself from jumping up as he continued to convince

himself in his mind that they were his parents so it was normal and legal for them to cuddle together.

He struggled and had mixed feeling as he didn't want Dolores to readily forgive Matthew.

But he was worried that they would really break up.

He pondered softly in his mind, "I may be a paradox."

They returned to White City around midday.

It was a bit inconvenient to live in the village around this time. Besides, they couldn’t get a good rest

also, so everyone was worn out as they returned to the motel.

"Everyone goes upstairs to take a shower, have a rest, and come down for supper later. I'll arrange,"

Boyce said.

"I haven't changed my clothes in a few days, so I need to go back to my room first," Armand said.

"Let us go together." He turned to Theresa, who was standing near him.

Theresa took a quick step back to move away from him.

"Please bear in mind that we're in a relationship," Armand scowled.

"We split up," Theresa exclaimed loudly.

She was terrified of Armand and worried that the longer she tangled up him, the less likely for her to get

rid of him.

Armand didn't expect that she would utter such things in public, and couldn’t recover from his surprise

for a long time.

"Armand...," Boyce worriedly shouted out to him.

"That's OK. Love is two persons’ thing and it’s not just all up to her," Armand was back to be rebellious

and frivolous, "I go up first."

"Theresa." Dolores handed up the two children to Matthew and headed over to console her.

"Dolores. I'm fine. Don't worry about me. I'll go up first. I haven't had a bath in a long time. I'd like to

take a shower first."

She then bolted upstairs.

She didn't want to face anyone at the moment.

Dolores was concerned since these two had only been together for a short time and she worried that

Theresa will get hurt.

"Do not worry as they are adults. They would be able to deal with their relationship themselves. You

may go up first," Matthew said as he held her hand.

Dolores nodded, perhaps her concern was unnecessary, they were both adults. In fact, Armand was a

lawyer. He appeared to be frivolous but when it came to important things, he could treat them rationally

and seriously.

Simona rubbed her hair and frowned. Dolores took her up and asked. "Is your head itchy?"

"Ya." The young girl nodded her head vigorously and her small hand kept scratching her hair. It was

inconvenient to wash her hair outside. It must have been unpleasant to bear with this for the last

several days.

"Mommy will wash it for you," Dolores reassured.

Back in the room, Matthew dropped the suitcase and proceeded to the other guest room and let them

stay in this room instead.

Dolores entered the bathroom and prepared a bathtub of hot water for her bath.

"Home is always the most comfortable place," the small girl sighed.

"This isn't your home." Samuel detested her, how could a hotel be considered as home?

"Samuel is so annoying," the small girl said as she pouted.

Samuel shook her head as he couldn’t do anything with her.

"Look, Mommy, look at how my brother is bullying me." Simona dashed to the restroom. She leant on

Dolores’ back and wrapped her hands around her neck as she complained about his brother. Dolores

rubbed her cheeks and questioned, "How? Did he beat or squeeze you?"

Simona tilted her head and pondered for a long time, "He beat me."

"Did I?" Samuel stood at the bathroom door as he gazed at his sister.

"You beat me," Simona said emphatically.

"Which part of your body did I beat you?"

Simona paused for a time before responding, "Well —— my butt."

"Butt…” Samuel lifted his hand as he pretended to beat him and added, "You claimed I beat you. If I

don't do so for real, it would be my loss."

"Ah."

Simona was terrified and burrowed into Dolores’ arms. Dolores turned off the tap. "All right, stop it, it's

time for a wash."

"Out of respect for mommy, I’ll let you off today," Samuel said as he stopped and looked at his sister.

Simona stuck her tongue out at her brother.

Dolores took her clothes off and put her into the bathtub.

The water was warm and the small girl sat in it. As she kept her head above the water and her body

was immersed in the water, she felt comfortable. She stayed in the water for a while before Dolores

gave her a rubdown and put shower gel on her.

Finally, she washed her hair.

After wrapping her body in a bath towel, she plugged the hairdryer in the socket to dry her hair.

The doorbell rang unexpectedly at this moment.

Samuel went to open the door, and it was the hotel waiter.

"What can I do to help you?" Samuel cocked his head. He'd seen this waiter before and was less alert.

"This is for your mother." He was brought a lovingly wrapped box by the waiter.

Samuel paused for a while, "What exactly it is in the box? Who was it who handed it?"

"I'm not sure. I'm simply responsible for delivering it. I'm not sure what it is in it." The waiter said

sincerely.

These occupants who stayed upstairs had bodyguards alongside them. They drove fancy cars and

looked just like rich people. He did not dare to offend them.

Dolores stretched his hand out to accept it and said gently, "Thank you."

"You’re welcome." The server smiled and found that this youngster was not spoilt but well educated,

and was courteous and good-looking.

Samuel shut the door and sat on the bed. He crossed his hands over his chest and his fingers rubbed

his chin as he peered at the box and inquisitive what it carried.

Was it a present from daddy to mommy?

His curiosity was so strong that he couldn't help but open the box

However—

"Ah!"