Snare of Love
Chapter 68: Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder

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"What's your children's name?" Matthew asked just as Dolores walked to the bedroom door, the man's voice teased, "Samuel and Simona?"

When he came to Country A, he already heard from Abbot about the details of Dolores' life over these few years. What surprised him was she had given birth to a pair of rather beautiful twins. Dolores paused, turned around, and stared at him. Her fists were tightly clenched. When she met Abbott, she knew that he was investigating her. She didn't expect Abbot's actions to be so swift.

"If you need me to go back to get a divorce certificate, you can say it out. I will naturally agree and will not interfere with your happiness. But what you are doing is threatening me and don't you think that it's too absurd?" Dolores was trembling furiously.

Matthew lay on the bed with an arm over his forehead and his eyes were closed. He was silent as if he was at his breaking point. Dolores stood at the doorway and didn't dare to leave. She wasn't sure if this man would do anything heartless to hurt her children. After all, now he knew all the details regarding her children.

"I'm thirsty," Matthew said after a while but didn't open his eyes.

Dolores looked at him angrily and thought to herself that he should thirst to death.

Matthew turned around with his back to Dolores. His tightly closed eyes slowly opened and his face was very tired, "You intend to thirst me to death and murder your husband?"

Dolores suppressed her anger and turned to pour a glass of water for him, "Here you are."

"Feed me." Matthew turned and looked at the furious woman next to him.

Her face flushed red because she was furious and looked like an angry hamster. It was truly an adorable sight. Matthew couldn't help but chuckle but to Dolores, he was making fun of her. "Matthew, fuck you!" Dolores threw the glass of water at him. The glass of water flew in mid-flight and the water splashed harmlessly onto him but the glass fell directly where he was injured. When the glass impacted his wound, he grunted in pain. The water soaked through his shirt and revealed the red color underneath. Dolores was stunned. Didn't he have a high threshold for pain? How come a glass could cause him so much pain?

"Don't act," Dolores demanded.

Matthew laid motionless in silence. Dolores slowly looked over and saw the red color on his clean white shirt. She raised her eyebrows. Why would his chest be red? She leaned over to see what the red color

was.

As she got closer and because the shirt was drenched with water, Dolores could see that on his chest were bandages.

"You... how were you hurt?" Dolores asked.

Matthew opened his eyes and looked at the chandeliers on the ceiling. His fingers rubbed against the bedding. He didn't want to owe Maria too much as he was the one who disappointed her. She had plenty o misgivings but she had her strength. After so many years, they definitely had some relations. This relation was different from affections. It was ethics and responsibility. Just as Maria questioned him: Could money buy back so many years of youth?

His thick eyebrows twitched slowly and looked at her seriously, "Would you believe if I were to say that it's because of you?"

Dolores' lips were pursed as she had seen the sincerity in his eyes. But when she thought about it carefully, she was doubtful that he would be serious to her. How could he like a woman who had given birth to someone else's children? She was mistaken, she must be mistaken. What did his injury have to do with her? Furthermore, he was about to be engaged with Maria. Did he think that she was a fool?

It was clear from her expression that she didn't believe and Matthew laughed softly. Perhaps he was laughing at himself. Even he couldn't understand the feelings he had for her.

Dolores leaned over to pick up the glass. Perhaps she felt guilty for throwing the glass of water as she said softly, "I'll take you to the hospital.”

"No." Matthew refused outright.

Dolores was helpless, "Then what about your injury?"

"Help me remove my wet clothes." It was too uncomfortable wearing wet clothes.

Dolores thought for a moment bent over and start undoing his buttons and said, "I can help you but once it's done, you must let me go back." The two children normally slept with her and if she wasn't around, she was worried that they would not have a good sleep.

As she leaned over, a few strains of hair fell forward and fell onto his face. It was ticklish and numbing. It was like a flowing current of electricity and triggered his sensitive region. He said with a raspy voice, "Depends on your performance."

Dolores said slowly, "I don't owe you."

When he spoke, his breath gently played with those strains of hair, "If you didn't hurt me, will I be injured for a second time? You should be grateful that I didn't charge you for bodily harm."

As Dolores was unbuttoning his shirt, she intentionally pressed down on his wound. Matthew grunted in pain, and thought, why was this woman so ruthless? Couldn't she be gentler as he was injured? He heaved a sigh, "I finally understand why you are single for so many years. No one can accept such a rough woman like you."

"Raise your arm!" Dolores pulled the shirt, glared at him, and laughed, "I've plenty of suitors."

"Really?"

"Of course... ah!"

Before she could finish, with a flip of his body, Matthew pulled her down and laid on top of her. The wet shirt draped over him. The situation appeared to be comical but it couldn't cover his predatory look. "Tell me, who are they?"

Dolores looked to the side to avoid looking at his naked body, "Get off me first."

Matthew adjusted her face towards him and emphasized, "You are a married woman."

"Once the paperwork is complete, we're officially divorced!" Dolores really wanted to yell at him. How could he say these to his ex-wife when he already had a fiancee.

He narrowed his eyes and lowered his body. His lips were almost touching and said, "Don't forget that without formally divorcing, you're still my wife, you ..."

His fingers glided across her face and then pressed on her lips, "How should we spend the night after reuniting after all these years?"

Dolores glared with her eyes wide open. Her fists were clenched and she held her breath.

"Have you heard of a saying?" His finger pressed on her pink lips. He didn't use much strength and Dolores didn't feel any pain but she felt insulted.

"What saying?" Dolores gently raised her knee preparing to defend herself at any moment.

Matthew noticed her movement but didn't show it and tapped on her forehead, "Haven't you heard that absence makes the heart grow fonder? We have been apart for six years..."

Before he could finish, Dolores started to raise her knee. But Matthew had anticipated it and pressed down on her knee which was about to kick him between the legs.

He grinned victoriously, "Are you so eager?"

Dolores' face flushed in red, was he a pervert? How can he force himself onto her? Now Dolores was really angry and glared furiously at him. Her tears were welling up but controlled her tears to prevent them from rolling down.

Matthew was stupefied...