Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap
Chapter 441 Unspeakable Sadness

It was raining heavily, Boyce Shawn let Dolores Flores wait for him inside the car, "I'll go take an umbrella."

He went to the trunk to get an umbrella in the rain and opened it, the rain hit on the umbrella producing the noisy sound, he walked to the front passenger seat and opened the door, "It's raining too heavily, let me carry you in my arms to go inside."

Dolores stepped on the board and got out of the car, Boyce immediately protected her from the rain using the umbrella.

She held Boyce's arm, "It's okay, I can walk, it's just a short distance."

Boyce didn't force her, after all it was inappropriate for man and woman to touch each other.

She was walking slowly, Boyce put down the umbrella when they were inside the house. Armand Bernie and Abbott Baron had left, the dining room was also cleaned up already, Coral was tidying up the kitchen.

Dolores turned and looked at Boyce who was standing under the roof, the rain was dropping very fast from the sky, even the wind was carrying a bit of moisture, she lowered her voice and said, "I'm in a bad mood today, don't mind about what I've said."

"I know." Boyce pursed his lips, "I'm the one who needs to apologize, I shouldn't have suspected you in that way."

"Tell Armand and Abbott, don't tell that we had gone out today." When she went out of the bungalow with Boyce, she didn't evade them, they must have asked Coral about their whereabouts when they didn't see them downstairs.

"I'll call them, you shall go inside first because you're already outside for a long time."

Dolores nodded and said, "Drive slowly, it's night-time, some more it's raining, the vision is bad."

"I will," Boyce answered.

Dolores turned and walked into the house. Coral was going to throw the rubbish outside, she put down the things in her hands and trotted toward Dolores when she saw Dolores standing there, "Let me hold you."

Dolores held her hand and walked inside slowly, "Coral, don't tell Matthew that I had gone out today."

Coral lowered her eyes and said, "Okay."

"Is he still asleep? Does he throw up?" She was still worrying that his stomach might be impaired since he drank with empty stomach.

"So far so good." Coral kept her head low, she didn't dare to look at Dolores's eyes.

"I remember that there is anti-alcoholic drug at home, help me to take one pill."

Coral hesitated for a while and said, "Okay."

She had also poured a glass of water, she walked toward Dolores, with the pill and water in one hand, while holding Dolores to go upstairs with another hand, "Be careful, watch your steps on the staircase, the doctor had told that you can't get out of the bed."

"I know my limits, it's okay." When she reached upstairs, she pushed the door open, there was only a bed light being switched on in the room, the lighting was a bit dark. She could even smell the alcohol lightly she took the glass of water and pill from Coral's hand, "You can go down first, it's okay for me to stay here."

Coral agreed and said, "You must be careful, call me anytime if anything happens."

Dolores hummed and walked slowly into the room, Coral watched her walking beside the bed, then only she closed the door and went downstairs.

Matthew Nelson was lying on one side, hiding himself in the dark, Dolores walked beside the bed and put the water and pill on the table. She sat at the bedside and stretched her hand pulling him slightly, "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

His body was very heavy, Dolores couldn't turn his body if he didn't want to. She thought that he was sleeping, so she didn't continue. She sat at the bedside, watching the rain hitting on the window continuously, her eyelashes were flapping slightly, she seemed to be thinking about something.

Matthew kept his eyes open, but he didn't move.

One of them was lying on bed while another was sitting, both were thinking about different things.

Click.

Dolores's phone rang due to an incoming message, she took out her phone and unlocked the screen by swiping it. It was a message from Charles White, she hesitated for quite a while before opening the message, there were only a few words, "Goodbye, I've left."

The rain today was so heavy, some more it was during the night-time.

She sighed slightly, it's fine, she hoped that everything would get back to normal.

Dolores turned and looked at Matthew, he was still lying on the bed without even changing the position, but she didn't know that his eyes were like the grey clouds at the moment, which were so thick as if the darkness that wouldn't disappear.

She put down her phone, lifted the blanket and lied down, her arms passed across his waist. As she just wanted to hug him and sleep, her hands were caught suddenly. When she hadn't even come to a reaction, Matthew had quickly caught both of her hands and pulled her from the left to the right, he then pressed her hands above her head so that she couldn't move. His legs were pressing on both of her legs, he was lying prone above her.

The alcoholic smell on him was heavy, Dolores frowned slightly, "Aren't you sleeping?"

He kept silent and stared at her lips without moving, his eyebrows looked sharp and clear under the dark lighting.

His thumb touched her lips, the shape of her lips was pretty, the lips were plump and rosy. His fingertip gently stroked over her lips softly and gently. He lowered his eyes, the thick eyelashes had covered the darkness in his eyes.

Dolores didn't know what he was thinking, "You... Ah."

When she just wanted to talk, his fingertip suddenly pressed down to stop her mouth from opening. He was pressing forcefully, the pink lips had changed shape under his fingertip.

Dolores clenched her fists tightly in pain, but she couldn't move.

Matthew observed her carefully and pressed on her lips again and again, Dolores kept silent, abiding quietly.

His force had slightly reduced, but his fingertip still didn't leave her lips. Sometimes he would press on them while sometimes he would stroke over them, as if there would be something coming out from her lips. Dolores just felt that her lips were suffering from numbing pain, she was too tired today, too tired.

There was something like water dropping on her face, when she hadn't had time to see clearly what it was, his lips had covered hers and were sucking her lips, sometimes a deep kiss while sometimes rubbing her lips.

It was the pain.

It was the unspeakable sadness.

It was like being dragged into the abyss, suffering so hard. Every inch of reason and every inch of skin were teared apart and crumpled together, it was a living death.

Matthew let go of her hands and asked hoarsely beside her ear, "Where did you go? I couldn't replace you when I woke up just now, do you know how scared I am?"

Dolores hugged him, "I won't leave, I'm always here."

"Isn't it that I've made you pain just now?" His muffled voice seemed to be coming from his chest, it seemed to be a bit trembling as well.

Dolores turned her head and kissed on his face, "No, are you angry because I had let you drink?"

"Hmm, I feel like going to throw up, my stomach is burning, I don't know whether I will die or not."

Her voice was very soft, but it came with blames, "Do you think that you can talk crazy just because you drank? I've took the anti-alcoholic pill for you, do you want to have it?” "Feed me," Matthew said in a low voice.

Dolores hummed and agreed readily because she was the one who had made him drunk, she felt so guilty and heartache.

"Get up, if you don't get up, how I want to get the pill." Dolores pushed him gently, he then lied down on one side beside her. Dolores got up and grabbed the pill in her hand, then she put it beside his mouth. Matthew opened his mouth and sucked her fingers together with the pill in his mouth, Dolores frowned and pulled her fingers back immediately, "Get up and drink some water."

He didn't move, "Feed me."

Dolores was speechless.

How she wanted to feed him water, the water would flow onto the blanket.

"Use your mouth." He blinked.

The pill was still inside his mouth and was not yet swallowed.

Dolores looked at him.

"My stomach is pain, I can't get up." Half of his face sank in the pillow, he looked back at her in grievance.

Did Dolores have any reason to reject it? She could only drink the water, she didn't have the experience during the first sip, so she had swallowed it, she then continued for another sip...☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐