Snare of Love

Chapter 24: I Love the Father of My Child

Matthew wasn’t able to dodge and Dolores fell directly into him.

Her forehead impacted painfully onto his chin. And her lips pressed onto something stiff protruding from

his body. The feeling was familiar yet distant.

Dolores was stunned for a moment and quickly got up when she came to her senses. Then she

realized that her lips touched his Adam’s apple… She held onto her forehead in pain and her face was

burning hot due to her blushing.

Matthew was also dazed from the contact and slowly looked up at her, “If I’m a pervert, then who do

you think you’re?”

Before Dolores could reply, he sat upright slowly and purposefully adjusted his collar and touched the

position where Dolores had kissed. He laughed aloud, “We are husband and wife. You can tell me

directly if you want to kiss me. I’m not so petty.”

Dolores was speechless. Who wanted to kiss him? It was an accident!

“I won’t want to kiss you!” Dolores whipped around her head and quickly left the living room.

Matthew sat on the sofa and was upset by what she said and replied sarcastically, “Then who do you

want to kiss?”

He scoffed, “That man who impregnated you?”

The fear and shame were suddenly exposed with all its gore.

She didn’t want to talk about how she became pregnant. But the cold manner which Matthew said

ripped her heart open painfully. She was clearly shattered but she maintained a strong front, “Of

course, I love the father of my child.”

Good, this woman was really something!

“Ms. Flores, have you forgotten that you owe me something?” Matthew stood up and brushed his

dustless shirt, slowly raised his head, and looked at the petrified Dolores, “I need a translator. Come to

the office to work from tomorrow onwards.”

He definitely had a demand after she took the land contract. That was for the better as she would repay

him for the land contract and wouldn’t owe him a favor.

“Okay.” She replied and then pushed open the door to go into the room.

Her face heated up when she thought about what had happened. She didn’t leave the room so that she

wouldn’t have to face Matthew until Coral informed her that dinner was ready. Only then did she come

out of the room.

Matthew was already at the dining room as Coral served the dishes. Dolores walked over and ate with

her head lowered without looking around.

The atmosphere in the dining room became so tensed.

Coral couldn’t accept their behavior as they were husband and wife but why were they behaving like

strangers. She brought over a plate of stir-fried broccoli and placed it in front of Dolores and said,

“Master likes to eat this.”

Matthew’s palette preferred bland dishes and vegetables. Coral was very familiar with what he liked to

eat because she had been taking care of him for a long time. Dolores was stupefied and didn’t

understand what Coral meant. She was thinking since he liked to eat that dish, then Coral should have

placed the dish in front of him.

Coral glared at her and signaled her to serve Matthew the vegetables. Dolores saw and realized what

Coral meant. At this point, Coral’s eyes almost cramped.

Dolores had no choice but to serve Matthew some vegetables and placed them in his bowl. Matthew

looked up and Dolores smiled. She couldn’t help it as Coral was pushing her. She was clearly trying to

patch them up.

Matthew slowly picked up the stir-fried broccoli and green chili and waved it in front of his nose, “Coral

knows best what I like to eat.”

Coral laughed, “Missus will understand in the future, she just came and is still learning.”

Coral changed the way she addressed Dolores. In the past, she would address her as Ms. Flores.

Though she wasn’t happy about her not coming home for the night, she was someone who Madam

Nelson picked for master. She naturally wished that their relationship strengthened so as not to

disappoint the late madam.

Dolores choked when she heard Coral addressing her as missus and lowered her head even more.

She quickly finished her food and didn’t even drink any water, “I’m done, please enjoy your meal.” She NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

went back to the room after she excused herself.

“What’s the matter with her?” Coral was caught off guard.

Matthew stared at her slim back and with a sinister grin, “She must not be used to Carol’s

peacemaking.”

Coral sighed, “Wasn’t it all for you?” She turned to leave after she said.

Only Matthew remained in the spacious dining room. The light from the overhanging chandelier

glittered and encompassed him. He picked up another broccoli and slowly chewed on it…

On the next day

Dolores left the house as Matthew went to work. Since she agreed to work at the company, she had to

make a trip to the restaurant to quit the job.

As she was changing her shoes, Coral approached her, “You’re going out?”

Dolores nodded.

“Come home early and don’t spend the night outside. You are a married woman.” Coral reminded her.

“Yes.” Dolores wore her shoes and left.

She walked to the road junction and took a taxi to the restaurant as there wasn’t any public bus service

where she was.

Dolores took leave when she just started work and now she was there to resign. The manager became

upset, “Why did you apply for the job when you don’t seem to be committed to working here? Aren’t

you inconveniencing us?”

Dolores was very apologetic, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

The manager was sullen but before she could speak, a staff walked in to say that they were

overwhelmed with work.

The manager looked at Dolores, “Help out first and you may leave after the peak hour.”

“Okay.” Dolores agreed out of professionalism.

Dolores went to change into her uniform. They were truly busy that day.

“Send these to room 88.” The chef told Dolores when she went to pick up the dishes. Dolores

acknowledged and placed the dish onto the serving tray and proceeded to the room.

With one hand balancing the tray, she used the other hand to open the door. The room was lit brightly,

spacious, and private. Only two people sat at the round redwood table and she knew one of them,

Matthew.

Both of them were stunned to see each other.

Kenneth Tyrone, the head of HSBC, was discussing something with Matthew and stopped when

someone entered the room. Dolores lowered her head and served the dish on her serving tray.

“The waitresses at Lan-Kwai Restaurant are increasingly getting younger.” Kenneth smiled and looked

at Dolores from top to bottom.

Dolores felt violated and tried to leave after serving the dish but was held back by Kenneth. He looked

at Matthew and smiled mischievously, “Let her stay to serve us wine.”

Matthew’s smile started to congeal to conceal his displeasure, “Mr. Tyrone, are you aware of what we

are discussing?”

He looked up eagerly at Dolores’ face, “We don’t need you.” Dolores quickly left with her serving tray.

Abbott was standing behind Matthew and frowned at the appearance of Dolores. How did she appear

here? How would people comment about her working here if they knew about her relationship with

Matthew? How will that affect Matthew’s reputation? His disdain for Dolores increased several notches.

“Lan-Kwai Restaurant really knows how to improve their business. The food is delicious and now the

waitresses are increasingly attractive. Just like that waitress a moment ago. Her skin is fair like snow-

white and her waist is so slim that I can grab with one hand…”

“Mr. Tyrone, I’ll serve you wine.” Abbott quickly interrupted him.

Kenneth realized that Matthew’s expression had darkened and quickly laughed, “I digressed.”

Dolores let out a long sigh after exiting the room. She never expected to see him so soon after he left

the house that morning.

The peak business period passed and the manager agreed for Dolores to leave. She changed out of

her work attire and just walked out of the restaurant when she saw Abbott standing at the entrance. His

expression was hostile.

He looked at her coldly, “Mr. Nelson is waiting for you. Let’s go.”

Dolores followed him out.

“Mom, I saw a dress at Channel and can we go after we eat to buy the dress for me?” Annabelle held

onto Beulah’s arm and walked over.

“Okay, my daughter should wear the best.” The mother and daughter laughed gleefully as they walked

towards Lan-Kwai Restaurant.

Dolores paused when she saw them…