Snare of Love
Chapter 84: The Woman in the Recording

"So what's your point?"

The pupils of Matthew which were as dark as ink shrunk suddenly, which was almost undetectable. His eyes darkened.

Out of consciousness, Coral held the picture more tightly.

"Did you, did you... Is it possible that they are your illegitimate children..."

"No." Matthew stopped Coral before she could finish her sentence.

He had only had sex with a single woman.

It was impossible that other women would bear his children.

Bastards? How was it possible?

"Coral, aren't we having dinner tonight?" Looking at the empty kitchen, Matthew saw nothing. The table was carefully cleaned and was as bright as a mirror. It could show the reflection of a person. Normally at this time, Coral would be in the kitchen preparing dinner. Or maybe dinner was ready for him. But today it seemed different.

Dinner?

Coral's mouth corner twitched, "You are still in the mood for dinner?"

"You lost everything. Are you happy now?" While talking, Coral put the picture back to the drawer. She didn't plan to just let it go, she decided to dig into this. Matthew frowned. What got into her today?

"Look at this house. Does it look like a home to you? It is big. But does it have vitality? Only an old woman doing chores and a bachelor in his thirties live in this house. What's the point of having money?" Coral closed the drawer. She was angry and didn't want to make him dinner.

But she couldn't. So she went to the kitchen to prepare dinner.

Matthew looked at Coral's back, which suggested that she didn't plan to just let it go. Then Matthew opened the drawer to get the picture. Because he never liked to take pictures, so he didn't even remember this one. If Coral had not taken it out today, he would have totally forgot about it.

Matthew held the picture and observed it carefully. The eyes and the face...

Hum hum...

The phone in his pocket rang up. There was a moment when a face in his memory flashed across his mind, which looked a lot like the face in this picture. But the ringing interrupted his thought.

He put down the picture and closed the drawer. Then he took out the phone and answered the call. It was Abbott who called him about work.

While talking to Abbott, Matthew unbuttoned his shirt and walked to his bedroom.

Golden Bay.

Jessica made dinner and was about to ask Samuel to come have dinner. But Dolores stopped her, "Let him meditate on his own faults behind closed doors. If he doesn't admit his faults, he won't have dinner." "He is just a child. You have spooked him enough. Do you really plan to ban him from dinner?" Jessica disagreed with Dolores. Samuel was growing up. He couldn't skip dinner.

"If he doesn't admit his faults, he won't have dinner." Dolores didn't explain but she was quite determined.

As for something else, she could let it go. But for this thing, she must hold on to it.

He was just a child now, and he was watching those disgusting stuff. What would he do when he grew up?

"Dolores..." Jessica still wanted to persuade her.

Dolores had made up her mind and rejected any persuasion. If she didn't set up some rules now, it would only be more difficult for her to discipline him when he grew up. Dolores carried Monica up, "Let's go have dinner."

Jessica stood on the spot and seemed to be thinking about what Dolores said. She still wanted to fix this.

Dolores turned around and looked at Jessica. She gave her the answer, "I am serious this time. Don't think about pleading for him.”

Jessica walked to Dolores and asked in whisper, "Dolores, what did Samuel do to make you so angry?"

In Jessica's mind, Samuel wouldn't make big mistakes. Because that boy was smart and thoughtful.

So Jessica was surprised to see Dolores getting so angry this time.

Thinking about what Samuel watched and did, Dolores couldn't speak it out, "Mum, stop asking. Let's have dinner."

Dolores sat on a stool and held Monica in her arms, feeding her rice.

Clearly, Dolores had no intention to explain more, so Jessica stopped asking.

After dinner, Jessica cleaned the table and Dolores took Monica to play in the neighborhood.

They had just moved in, so they needed to get familiar with the surroundings.

Seeing her daughter going out, Jessica filled a bowl with rice and peeled off some shrimp. Then she carried the bowl into Samuel's bedroom and gave it to him.

Samuel's iPad had been taken away by Dolores, so he couldn't play with it. His telephone was taken away too, so he couldn't call his teacher to chat with him. He was so bored now. He huddled himself up at the head of the bed and looked like a poor little thing.

Jessica put the bowl on his table, "Come down and eat. Your mother went out just now."

Samuel didn't move.

Jessica pulled him down, "Are you really not eating? You will get hungry at night. As long as I don't tell, your mother won't know you have dinner."

Samuel stood in front of his table and watched the rice. He swallowed.

He was truly hungry.

"This is your favorite shrimp. I have peeled them off for you. Come on and eat. I will pour you a glass of water." Jessica was afraid that Samuel was too embarrassed to eat, so she found an excuse and got out. Samuel licked his lips. If he was starved to death, how could he revenge on that humbug?

He had to eat.

Samuel sat on his chair and held up the bowl. Then he began eating.

He ate fast because he was afraid that Dolores would replace out.

Jessica entered holding a glass of water. Watching the way Samuel eats, Jessica could neither laugh nor cry. If someone didn't know the whole thing, he would think Samuel had been starving for a long time. "Slow down. Don't choke on it." Jessica handed him the glass of water so that Samuel could drink some water to wash down the food.

Samuel giggled and muttered with his mouth full of rice, "Thank you, Madame."

"Slow down. Your mother won't be back so fast." Jessica stood at the door, "I will keep watch."

Samuel had his dinner like a thief.

The neighborhood was quite satisfying. Located in downtown, the neighborhood could still have large areas of trees and grass. It was indeed hard to replace a neighborhood as good as this one. The surrounding facilities were adequate and satisfying too, including kindergarten, primary school, supermarket and subway.

When Dolores was wandering in the neighborhood, Monica fell asleep in her arms. She held her daughter and headed back home. Jessica had already finished cleaning the kitchen and was now filling the tub with hot water.

Dolores walked to Samuel's room and opened his door. Samuel was sitting at the head of the bed. He huddled himself up and looked like a little orphan abandoned by his parents.

He looked like a poor little thing.

"Do you know what your fault is now?" Dolores looked at him and asked.

Samuel held his legs and hung his head, "I was right."

"Fine. Okay then, you were right. I want to see stubborn you are." Dolores closed his door in anger and carried Monica to another room to put her down.

Monica had a habit. When she was sleeping, she must touch Dolores' breast. Or she couldn't get a sound sleep.

That was just the habit of her daughter. Dolores had already got used to her daughter's habit.

Because they were twins, Dolores didn't have enough breast milk to feed them both at all. She could only feed one with her breast milk. Because Monica came out later and she looked so tiny back then, Dolores fed her with breast milk. When Monica had breast milk as a baby, she liked to touch Dolores' breast.

With the passage of time, she made a habit out of it.

Dolores patted her daughter, but she couldn't sleep. Normally, Samuel would sleep with her too.

But this little boy was so stubborn and didn't admit his faults. She didn't know where he got that from.

The second day, Dolores didn't leave home early. Decorations weren't finished in the shop, so she didn't have much to do there.

She had planned to spend the time staying at home and accompanying two children. But Theresa called her and said someone came looking for her. So she went out.

After getting familiar with the surroundings, Dolores knew she could ride subway to get to the shop. So she went to the ticket office to buy a ticket.

"Miss Flores." Terry saw her and run through the crowd towards her.

He heard Abbott call her "Miss Flores" the other day, so he did the same.

He left home early today and waited for her here. He hoped he could talk with her. But he didn't know it would take him so long to catch her.

And after she went out, she didn't take a taxi but come ride subway.

Luckily, he moved fast. Or he would miss her.

Hearing the voice, Dolores turned around to see who it was. When she recognized his face, she frowned. Dolores didn't know why he was following her.

When Terry run through the crowd and arrived at Dolores' side. Feeling so tired, he was gasping like a dog. Then he bent down with arms akimbo, "Can I talk with you?"

"No." Dolores rejected and didn't want to hold on to the past any more.

But Terry said firmly, "After you see this thing, you will surely want to talk with me."

While saying, he took something out from his pocket and handed it to Dolores.