Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap
Chapter 564 Concerns over the Purity

Matthew wondered if she didn't trust him.

He leaned over, pressing his chin on her shoulder. He said in a soft tone ambiguously, his breath blowing the hair next to her ear intentionally or unintentionally, "I wouldn't sleep with any other woman beside you. Only you could inspire my potential."

He truly wanted to avoid pissing her off.

He was so close to her and he inhaled on her ear, making her tickled. Dolores moved aside and cast him a glance, "Can't you be more serious?"

Matthew felt wronged. He was quite serious.

He was serious explaining that he truly didn't want to sleep with any other women. He didn't have many female contacts on his cell phone. If there were, it was for his work. He didn't store the contact number of any indecent woman.

He was afraid that Dolores wouldn't let go of it.

Suddenly, Dolores understood what he was talking about. Turning to look at him, she put on a smile. "Have I told you? If you've cheated on me, I'll cheat on you with more men."

Matthew choked up.

Dolores didn't continue joking with him. She said solemnly, "I know you don't want me to get involved in this matter. I can't help you with anything. What I can do is to take care of our kids and myself, so that you wouldn't have to worry about your family. I'll leave everything to you. I just replace that Declan is quite tough, so I stored Uncle's phone number on your phone. If there's anything inconvenient for you to deal with, you can ask Uncle for help."

After that, she looked up at him. "I don't care what you will do. You must let the man who bullied Theresa be punished. That's my requirement for you. Can you promise me?"

Matthew reached out to hold her in his arms. He bent down his head and kissed her on the forehead. He didn't leave her but pressed her temples while rubbing them. He whispered, "I promise you." After getting the answer she expected, Dolores left his embrace. "Go ahead with your work. I'm leaving now."

"It's almost noon. Why don't you leave after lunch?" Matthew grabbed her hand, holding her tightly and unwilling to let her go.

Dolores withdrew her hand but failed. She said seriously, "I'm going to visit Theresa in the hospital."

Although Matthew still didn't want her to leave, he could only release her.

"I'll go back home after seeing her," said Dolores before leaving the office.

Matthew hummed gently.

Out of the company, Dolores went to the basement garage and sat in the car. The driver sent her to the hospital.

After arriving at the hospital, she called Boyce, asking about their location.

Boyce said Theresa had been sent to the observation room, which was on the third floor.

When Dolores found the observation room on the third floor, she saw Boyce answering a call in the corridor, seemingly he was talking about his word. Seeing her come over, Boyce exchanged a few words with the person on the other end of the line and hung up the phone.

"Theresa is in the room. She's sleeping now. Armand is with her inside," said Boyce.

Dolores nodded. She said, "If you are busy, please go ahead with your work and leave things here to me."

Boyce truly has to deal with something. However, he was concerned. "Are you sure?"

After all, she's pregnant.

"I'm just pregnant not a patient. Go ahead with your work. I'll keep an eye here. If I need any help, I'll call you," Dolores said determinedly. Boyce couldn't insist, so he left.

Seeing that Boyce had gone, she walked to the door of the observation room. Through the glass on the door, she saw Armand sitting in front of the bed in a blue-striped patient's gown. Dolores stood at the door for a moment and pushed the door open gently.

Upon hearing the sound, Armand thought it was Boyce, so he didn't look back. He just stared at Theresa while sitting in front of her bed silently.

Dolores cast a glance at Theresa, who was still sleeping. She whispered, "Armand, let's talk outside."

Realizing it wasn't Boyce's voice, Armand looked back. Seeing Dolores, he kept quiet for a few seconds and then nodded in agreement.

He stood up and tucked Theresa into the quilt. Turning around, he said, "Let's go."

Dolores walked in front and headed out of the observation room. Armand followed her and closed the door. They didn't leave the room too far, talking in the corridor.

"Have you got injured?" Dolores asked with concerns when seeing he was wearing the patient's gown.

"Some minor injuries." Armand lowered his head. His back was wounded, and he can't wear his shirt now. Hence, after cleaning his wounds, the hospital gave him a patient gown.

"Good you are alright." Dolores stood in front of the window, looking at him. "Do you know Theresa's condition?"

Armand leaned against the wall but the wounds on his back were squeezed. He slightly frowned, lowering his head. "No matter what happened to her, I don't care."

He did care, but his concerns to her had been over the purity of her body.

He had taken Theresa's virginity. After becoming his girlfriend, she was always hurt. This time, she was also a victim.

How could he still be so shameless to care about those unimportant things?

"But, even I don't care, she's not willing to accept me again," Armand said in depression. He felt quite helpless but he couldn't do anything and tell anyone about it.

Dolores knew that Theresa was hurt too much last time. Theresa could let go of it because she was mentally strong and determined.

"She needs time," said Dolores.

She wouldn't get involved in their love. After all, all of them were adults and knew what they wanted. She asked Armand because she wanted to know if he still loved Theresa. If so, he needed to use his heart to warm up Theresa's heart, which had turned cold.

Then he could be forgiven by her.

If he didn't love her anymore, he should leave her in peace.

However, Dolores could tell that Armand still loved Theresa deeply.

She slightly heaved a sigh and asked, "How is she? What did the doctor say?"

"The doctor had given her an injection to bring down the fever. She got some injuries on her legs. She couldn't walk recently before getting recovered," said Armand.

Dolores nodded. "I see. Does she need to stay in the hospital?"

"The doctor said it's not necessary. She should recover at home." Armand pressed his lips. He told Dolores what was in his mind. "I want to take her home and look after her. I know she's not willing to. Could you please help me convince her?"

Theresa didn't have any family to take care of her, but she needed to be looked after. Hence, he wanted to take care of her by himself.

Armand was afraid that Dolores might have some concerns, so he hurriedly explained, "I don't mean to ask her to forgive me or want to show something to her. I just want to take care of her. She doesn't need to have any pressure.

Dolores knew what he meant. He just wanted to take care of Theresa. However, upon their former relationship, how could Theresa be willing to take it for granted?

Theresa would be willing to accept it unless she had forgiven him.

"I won't convince her." Dolores looked at Armand. "You should know -- she hasn't forgiven you yet. Why would she allow you to take care of her?"

"Then, who else can take care of her?" Armand leaned against the wall, feeling so upset. He slid down to sit on the ground.

He felt so depressed and frustrated.

"I'll take care of her. When she wakes up, I'll take her back to the villa. You know we have a lot of rooms there. She can move in. I'll hire another maid to do the housework, so I can take care of her. If you want to see her, you can go to our villa."

Dolores thought the same as Armand did. They wouldn't rest assured to let others take care of Theresa. They must take care of her on their own.

Armand whispered, "Thank you."

"Don't mention it. I'll take care of her, but it has nothing to do with you." In Country A, Theresa and Dolores were quite close. She followed Dolores back, helping her set up 'Cloud'. They were closer than friends.

They appreciated and supported each other. They had become family.

Dolores could see how frustrated Armand was. She also felt sorry for him. "Cheer up! You can't gain back Theresa's heart in this way."

Armand looked up at him. "Tell me, Dolores. What should I do?"