Snare of Love
Chapter 186: Let’s Make a Deal

Dolores looked down at the bracelet on her wrist and smiled. "Why? Do you have a special interest in women's accessories?"

Charles choked up.

"Not really..."

"Why did you ask then?" Dolores asked harshly.

If she hadn't seen Victoria's portrait in his study by accident, she wouldn't have been so alert.

This jade bracelet was from Victoria. Now he was asking her about it, Dolores subconsciously became on-guard.

She clenched her fists in silence, wondering what was his relationship with Victoria.

Nobody would put a stranger's photo in his study, right?

He put it on the desk. Obviously, he often looked at it.

Charles rubbed his forehead and chuckled. "Aren't you tired of thinking so much?"

He had clearly sensed Dolores's suspicion of him.

"I don't know her in person. I've only seen her photo," said Charles frankly. He put the photo on the desk because he wanted to test if Dolores knew her. The photo wasn't placed there before.

Staring at the bracelet on her wrist, he continued, "I kept you staying here because this jade bracelet is exactly the same as it on that woman. I guess... you might be her daughter."

Dolores was speechless.

She didn't speak.

Charles didn't insist on asking her.

"Please go for a rest."

Dolores frowned, still not believing what he said. "You don't know her, but you thought I'm her daughter and you kept me staying here. Isn't it for her sake? Why would you do such a big favor for an unknown woman's sake? Do you think I'll buy it?"

Dolores didn't hide her curiosity about his identity. "What's your relationship to her? Is she one of your family?"

Actually, she wanted to ask if they were a mother and her son.

She couldn't figure out any other explanation. The only guess that she had was that Charles was Victoria's son with another man before she married Jayden.

However, in Dolores's opinion, Victoria shouldn't be this kind of woman.

Hence, she was quite confused about this matter.

"Let's make a deal, shall we?" suddenly, Charles suggested.

Dolores thought for a moment and asked, "What kind of deal?"

She didn't dare to agree with him on any kind of deal so easily.

"You want to know who I am, and I can tell you, but you must answer me a question honestly," said Charles.

After a thought, Dolores said, "Okay."

Comparing with herself, she believed that Charles had more secrets.

"Lady first. Please ask." Charles was fully prepared when suggesting the deal.

Dolores thought for a while and asked, "What are your parents called? Where did they come from? Where are they now?"

Charles frowned. "Did you ask only one question?"

"Yes, I did," Dolores answered affirmatively without any sense of guilt. "I've just asked one question about your parents, haven't I?"

Charles laughed out. He couldn't retort Dolores's explanation at all. She was indeed sharp-tongued.

Looking depressed, he answered, "I don't know who my mother is, because I was an orphan. My foster father's name is Nathan White, a local in White City. He was also the successor of the White Group. After he passed away, he asked me to take over the White Group. Before he died, he had a request to me..."

He paused. His eyes staring at Dolores were deepened. "He hoped that I could marry the daughter of a woman named Victoria Forbis. I thought you were the girl."

Dolores wondered if that was indeed the reason why after saving her, he had kept her here.

But, she couldn't help wondering who his foster father Nathan was and what his relationship with Victoria.

"I've finished answering you. Now it's my turn." Charles was quite calm. "Are you ready?"

Dolores's brain was working rapidly, wondering what he would ask her and how she would respond.

"Are you ready?" Charles urged her.

"Yes." Dolores looked at him.

Charles raised his eyebrows slightly. "I have a business dinner this Saturday. Please be my date to attend it."

Dolores frowned, wondering if she had misheard anything.

What did he say?

He asked her to be his date to attend a business dinner, didn't he?

"Didn't you want to ask me a question?"

"I don't think I could know you well by just a question, so I'd rather fully utilize the chance."

Dolores was speechless.

"You can't go back on your words now. A human being should have integrity, right?" Charles smiled complacently.

"I won't harm you. Probably I can give you a surprise." He blinked at her.

Dolores didn't expect it much. As long as it wasn't panic instead of the so-called surprise, she would thank God.

"Your condition disobeys the rule. I can be your date, but you must promise one thing as well.”

"I've answered your question." Charles blinked, realizing that Dolores was never willing to suffer any loss.

"Then, please ask me a question instead." Dolores raised her head. Obviously, she didn't want to cooperate with him. If he wouldn't promise her, she wouldn't agree to be his date. Charles stared at her for a moment and said helplessly, "All right. I can promise you one thing. Tell me what it is."

"Let me make the phone calls."

Sure enough, Charles had known that she would request so.

"Yes, you may, but you can only contact your family after attending the business dinner with me."

Dolores did quick math - there were still three or four days to Saturday. As long as she could contact her family, she was willing to wait and tolerant for another few days.

"Go to bed early." Charles smiled brightly at her.

The following few days passed quickly. After the doctor's professional massage, Dolores's ankle had almost recovered. She could walk properly now but she couldn't walk for quite a long time since it hadn't completely recovered.

"Ms. Flores, this is from Young Master." Amelia came in with a delicate box in her arms.

Dolores was moving her ankle while sitting at the bed edge. Upon hearing it, she raised her head and asked, "What's in the box?"

Amelia shook her head. She envied Dolores a lot as Dolores could receive a gift from Young Master.

"Ms. Flores, don't you want to open and take a look at it?" Amelia stood next to the bed with the boxes in her hands. Looking at expressionless Dolores, she added, "Young Master rarely gave a gift to others." She wondered why Dolores wasn't excited.

At least, Amelia had never seen Young Master give a gift to others before.

"You can open it," Dolores said indifferently.

Amelia widened her eyes in disbelief. "Do you want me to open the box for you?"

Dolores thought for a moment. She didn't think it was quite polite to ask another person to open it, although she didn't expect any gift from Charles. "I'll do it."

She reached out and opened the box.

It was a dress inside.

"Gosh!" Amelia exclaimed. "Isn't this dress that you designed last time? Young Master asked the tailor to make it!"

Dolores saw it too. She picked up the dress and felt the silk-like delicate satin, which gently slipping and then spreading.

"It's so gorgeous!" Amelia was stunned, touching it. "What's the material? Why is it so soft and smooth?"

"It's the real watered gauze." Dolores hadn't expected that Charles would ask the tailor to make the dress by using the water gauze.

There were a lot of imitations of the water gauze with high prices, but they were not the real cloth.

The water gauze was known as the noble fabric in the fabric business. It also had other names such as "the soft gold" and "Fiber Queen".

It was the cloth that with the highest quality in silk products.

The craft was quite complex to produce this cloth. There were not many masters who could make this kind of cloth, and the craft was on the verge of being lost.

Even Dolores's knowledge about this cloth was found in the books and online. She had only seen one dress made of the water gauze in Mrs. William's closet.

It was so priceless and rare that not many rich ones could get such a dress.

She wondered where Charles had found this fabric from. It was a big piece because her design was an evening dress with a long hemline, which would use a lot of cloth.

Amelia didn't understand anything about it. She just felt that the style was pretty and the cloth was soft and silky, sparkling. Although it was a long black gown, it didn't look boring and old. Instead, it looked elegant, graceful, and sexy.

"You must look quite beautiful after putting it on." Amelia hid her envy deeply.

"Do you like it?"

Dolores raised her head when hearing Charles's voice, only to replace that he was wearing a blue gingham suit with a light-colored necktie. Although he was sitting in a wheelchair, he still looked quite handsome.☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐