Snare of Love
Chapter 437 She Tried Every Means to Get Him Drunk

Dolores curled her lips. Her eyes were as clear as green waves and had a smile in them, "Since I've encountered such an incident, and they've been helping me, don't I have to toast them? But I'm not in a position to drink alcohol right now, so can you drink this glass of wine for me?"

As she spoke, she poured wine into the glass in front of Matthew.

Matthew glanced down at the full glass of white wine and curled his lip. It turned out that this dinner was a trap for him.

Then he smiled, still very dotingly, "I'll do as you say."

Armand blinked. It was as if he sensed an unusual atmosphere. And he couldn't help but wonder what the couple was doing. Were the two of them acting in front of them?

"Matthew, what are you..."

He couldn't help but wonder what they were planning to do.

"You must have worked very hard to deal with the social media news, so I want to thank you for that. If you don't want to accept my thanks, then you don't have to drink this glass of wine." After she got pregnant, she didn't look at her phone in the hospital except to answer calls. It was the day when one of the nurses viewed that news while the doctor was checking in. And she was watching that video and peeking at her at the same time. Then she found out the clues.

Then she made an excuse to let Coral go and watched the news on her phone.

Now that Dolores had said that, it was not appropriate for him to turn down her, so he had to lift the glass of wine. Then he still felt a little uneasy and stared at Matthew, wondering if he should drink the wine. Dolores handed Matthew his glass. Then he looked down at her. Although he knew everything, he cooperated with her and took the glass from her hand.

The baijiu was not much milder than the red wine. After he finished the glass of wine, he felt very spicy. Because he hadn't eaten before, he was more easily drunk after drinking this degree of wine on an empty stomach.

Although Armand only drank a small glass of wine, when he finished it in one gulp, it was probably because he felt spicy, so his eyebrows were knitted together. He then used his chopsticks to pick up the food and stuffed it into his mouth to try to suppress the burning sensation.

Dolores looked at Matthew worriedly, who looked expressionless. He looked as if he had just been drinking water. Since she knew what he liked to eat, she picked up his favorite food with chopsticks and put it on his plate, "You'll have to eat something to remove the spiciness."

Matthew leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Are you worried about me?"

Dolores acted tough and whispered, "I'm not." As if to prove she was telling the truth, she filled the glass of wine in front of Matthew again.

She put the bottle down, "You should have had this one glass of wine with Abbott. He's helped you out a lot while you've been away from the office."

"That's all my part to do. Those are the things I'm supposed to do. It's what I'm supposed to do." Abbott felt flattered.

It was easy for a man to get drunk when he ate nothing. After he drank two full glasses of baijiu, Matthew's eyes turned red. Although he looked fine, Dolores knew he must not feel well. And it would do harm to his health after he drank that degree of alcohol on an empty stomach.

However, if she didn't get him drunk, then she couldn't go out.

Even though she was worried about him, she refilled his glass again, "You need to make a toast to me. I married you at eighteen, but you gave me nothing. You didn't give me a wedding or a ceremony. Even when I received that marriage certificate, that was still someone else who took me to get that certificate. I'm kinda aggravated after I thought about it. Don't you think you should..."

Before she finished those words, Matthew drank that glass of wine.

The veins at the corners of his forehead and the contours of his face stretched out in a taut line. Then his Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he said in a particularly raspy voice, "I used to be an asshole. And I did a ton of stupid things."

As he spoke, he refilled his glass, "Today I want to say something in front of my friends."

"This woman." He held Dolores in his arms, "I'm grateful to her."

The three men across the table sat quietly and agreed, "We all know that."

"And I have to make a toast to you for giving birth to Samuel and Simona for me," he said as he drained another glass of wine. Then he continued to fill his glass, "One drink from me does not express how sorry I am to you. I feel sorry for my mistakes and ignorance in those years. I thank you for raising them well."

He spoke from the bottom of his heart. Although he had never said those words to her, he had never forgotten about the things that she had done for him.

Six years was a long time, which was more than three thousand days and nights. It was not only time that had passed away, but also many beautiful and joyful times that he did not participate in.

He had not experienced the nervousness and anticipation of waiting anxiously at the door of the delivery room to become a father.

He didn't know what his children looked like when they were born.

He didn't know when his children had their first tooth.

He didn't know how old his children were when they could talk. And he didn't know what the first words his children had said. And he didn't know whether his children had said mommy or daddy first. And he didn't know what it was like to hold a newborn baby.

Maybe he deliberately wanted Dolores to get what she wanted. Maybe those thoughts really brought up those sad stories in his heart. And he'd finished that bottle of baijiu, too.

He was also drunk.

As he held Dolores, he didn't say anything and didn't let go of her.

He just wanted to hold her. He felt that only when he held this soft, warm, thinking and living woman in his arms did he feel whole and flesh and blood.

"You're drunk." Dolores patted him on the back.

He buried his head in her neck, "I'm not drunk. I just feel bad."

He took Dolores' hand and pressed it to his heart, "I feel so sad here."

Dolores' eyelashes fluttered, then she whispered, "I know. We've got days ahead of us. You need to get some sleep now."

"Would you please take him upstairs?" She looked at the three men across from her.

If they didn't know what this was all about at first, it was perfectly clear to them later. It turned out this dinner party was entirely about getting Matthew drunk.

As to why Dolores did it, they didn't know.

It was enough for two people to carry him upstairs, so Boyce didn't go upstairs with them. Instead, he looked at Dolores. "What do you want to do?" Dolores replied, "Is he a good drinker?"

"He's not a bad drinker under normal circumstances. After all, he's a businessman, so he has to drink and attend a lot of dinner parties." Even if he couldn't drink a lot, if he often drank a lot, then he could practice having a high tolerance.

"Do you think he is drunk?" Dolores asked.

It was obvious that he was trying to get himself drunk later on. Since her purpose was so obvious, he must have known she was trying to get him drunk.

"He's in a bad mood, so he tends to get drunk too." Then Matthew must have been drunk and a little emotional.

Dolores took a deep breath. Now that she had come this far, she could only continue with her plan.

"Coral, you go upstairs and take care of him." Since he was drunk, if he was thirsty and wanted to throw up, he should have someone with him to take care of him.

Coral was in the kitchen making honey water. And Dolores pursed her lips, "Just pour him a glass of water."

She was afraid he would wake up, and she didn't have much time left.

"Where's the wheelchair I asked you to get for me?" She looked at Boyce. "What the hell do you want..."

"I don't have much time. I'll talk to you while we are walking." Dolores interrupted him.

Coral stood still. She wondered if she should just give Matthew a glass of water to drink.

Since Coral drank so much wine, should Dolores not even give Matthew a glass of honey water?

Coral thought about it and went to the kitchen to pour another glass of water, but she still put honey in the glass. And she avoided Dolores' eyes and secretly put the honey in the water.

Boyce put the wheelchair next to Dolores and reached out to help her get in it, then pushed her out.

When they got to the car, he helped Dolores get in. Then he folded the wheelchair and put it in the back seat.

He got into the driver's seat and started the car. He asked her at the same time, "You can tell me now. You went out of your way to get Matthew drunk, and then who are you going to see? Or what are you going to do?"