Snare of Love
Chapter 179: Helping Me till the End

"Ms. Flores? Ms. Flores?"

In a daze, Dolores heard someone calling her. She gradually opened her eyes, only to replace Amelia standing beside her bed with her head outstretched. Seeing that Dolores opened her eyes, she said with a smile, "You are awake."

Dolores moved a bit and sat up on the bed. She rubbed her eyes to sober up and asked, "What's the time now?"

"It's noon, twelve o'clock. You've been sleeping for a whole morning. You should eat something." Amelia was quite respectful to her because the young master asked her to take good care of Dolores. She didn' dare to mistreat Dolores.

"May I have a glass of water, please?" Dolores wasn't hungry at all. Since she just woke up, she felt her throat dried out.

"Okay." Amelia turned around and got some water for her.

Seeing that her figure disappeared from the door, Dolores lifted the quilt and got off the bed. Her injured foot was wrapped with a bandage, and the twisted ankle was still red and swollen. She pressed it slightly with her fingers - it hurt a lot. Frowning, she realized that she couldn't recover shortly.

She supported herself with the other uninjured foot, trying to stand up.

"Do you want to be a cripple?" She heard the man's deep voice at the door.

Dolores raised her head and saw the man in the wheelchair.

He operated the wheelchair to enter the room, "Your ankle's periosteum was injured. If you continue to force yourself to stand, it cannot be recovered in ten days or a half month. In case it got serious, you would be... like me."

He raised his voice when speaking the last line of his words with a self-mockery, "It's not a happy thing to staying in the wheelchair."

Dolores sat back, "I'm just trying."

"Ms. Flores, here is your water." Amelia came back with a glass of water.

Dolores took it over and said, "Thank you, Amelia."

"Ms. Flores, you are Young Master's guest. Of course, I should serve you well." Amelia smiled. When speaking, she cast a glance at Charles.

Since Dolores was in her presence, she didn't dare to go too wild. She looked away after the single glimpse.

Dolores noticed it but pretended not to see it. She raised the glass in her hand and drank some water to ease her thirst.

"Ms. Flores, you must be hungry." Amelia put a tray table above the quilt, "Your foot was injured and you can't walk now. Young Master asked me to bring the dishes here."

Dolores looked over at Charles and said, "Thank you."

Charles raised his eyebrows, "You are welcome. It's a big world. We should have the fate to meet each other. Just stay here and get recovered. After you're well, I'll send you back home. By the way, where are you from, Ms. Flores?"

"City B," answered Dolores honestly.

She was confused - he didn't allow her to make a phone call but he said he would send her back home.

She wondered what was in his mind.

"City B?" Charles repeated slowly. He looked at the jade bracelet on her wrist again, lost in thought.

"Excuse me, Mr. White. What's wrong?"

Charles was brought back to his senses. He faintly smiled and said, "Nothing. I just thought of something." He looked at Dolores's face, "Am I quite old?" Dolores choked up.

She was confused, wondering what he meant by his question.

"I'm only twenty-six years old. You called me Mr. White. I thought I were over thirty." Before Dolores responded, he said, "Please call me Charles."

Dolores was silent.

It was not proper for her to call his first name, was it? It seemed the way was too intimate.

"Why? I've saved your life, but you are even unwilling to call my name. You are only pleased to give me such an old title, aren't you?" His voice was serious, but there was no reproach in his eyes. Dolores looked down, "I just felt that it was way too intimate to call your first name."

"Intimate? Not at all. Anyway, you can't call me Mr. White. Do you want to address me with 'hey' and 'um'?"

Dolores was amused by him.

"Come on, call my name," said Charles with a smile.

He looked delighted as well as somewhat expectant.

Dolores pressed her lips. Since he had saved her, she thought it should be fine to just call him with his first name as a return to satisfy him. She tried to call, “Charles?"

"No surname, please."

Dolores couldn't help but bitching about him inwardly. He indeed had a lot of requirements, did he?

She gritted her teeth, "Charles."

"I liked it."

He smiled brightly.

Dolores wanted to retort him, wondering why he said so.

However, for the sake that he saved her life, she kept silent.

When Amelia came in with the dishes, she heard Charles laugh. She couldn't help but glance at Dolores. Young Master didn't only treat her so well but also laughed so happily because of this woman. Amelia wondered who the heck this woman was.

What was her relationship with Young Master?

In confusion, Amelia put the dishes on the tray table.

"I don't know your favorite food. Let me know if you want to eat anything. I'll ask the chef to cook for you," said Charles.

Dolores, however, wasn't willing to bother him much. She would pay back his favor sooner or later. She didn't want to owe him too much. Besides, she wasn't picky about food, so she didn't have anything that she hated to eat particularly.

"I'm not picky. I'm fine with anything." Dolores smiled.

It was obvious that she was distancing herself from him. Charles didn't get angry. He said, "All right. If you need anything, feel free to tell me."

"Sure."

After lunch, Dolores felt quite bored when lying on the bed. She looked out of the window, wondering how she could get in touch with Samuel. She wondered why Charles refused to lend her the phone.

What was his intention?

"This way, please." She heard Amelia's voice outside the door. Then Amelia came in followed by two workers. They were holding a fish tank. Amelia said to them, "Put it next to the bed."

After installing, the workers left. Dolores asked, "What's it for?"

"Young Mater said you can't get off the bed, so you must be quite bored when staying in the room. He found those rare fishes for you to kill time." Amelia stood in front of her bed and said enviously, "Young Master treats you so well."

She had never seen Charles treat another person so well, and Dolores was a woman.

Dolores looked at the fishes in the water. There were three in total, with bright colors and weird looks. She had never seen such fishes in the aquarium before. They were absolutely rare and priceless. She wasn't delighted, though. No merit, no salary. He treated her so well, and she felt quite uneasy.

"Ms. Flores, aren't you happy?" Amelia asked when she noticed that Dolores was still expressionless even without a trace of a smile.

"Yes, I am." Dolores forced a wry smile.

"Ms. Flores, have you met Young Master before?" Amelia asked the question that had been bothering her a lot.

She had been working for the White family for a long time, but she had never heard of Dolores, and nor had she met Dolores before. If Young Master treated Dolores so well after meeting her just one, it didn't make sense, did it?

Dolores shook her head, "Why?"

"I just feel that Young Master treats you too well. If he didn't know you, why would he treat you so nicely after saving you?"

This matter also confused Dolores.

She reached out and played with the fishtail, and the fish sneaked away.

Dolores was quite curious about Charles, but she didn't show it on her face. She said in an indifferent tone, "Didn't you say that your young master is a nice man? He's just helping me till the end." Amelia wasn't convinced for the reason that the young master was a nice man. She believed that there should be other reasons.

"Or what? Tell me. Why has he done so?" Dolores looked up at her gradually.

Amelia was speechless.

"Forget it." Amelia didn't get the answer, so she was upset. She turned around and walked out.

Dolores pulled out a tissue to wipe off the water from her hands. She lifted the quilt and got off. Supporting herself with the nightstand, she relied on the uninjured foot, moving towards the door bit by bit. She could tell that the house was quite huge. She was staying on the first floor. Since Charles couldn't walk, she didn't think he would stay upstairs. Amelia was away, and there was no one in the big living

room.

Dolores saw a landline phone on the corner table next to the sofa.

Her eyes were lit up. It was a chance for her to contact Samuel. She looked around. After ensuring that there was no one around, she held the wall and moved towards the landline phone. She moved into the living room smoothly. With one hand supporting the sofa, she reached the other hand to get the phone.☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐