Snare of Love

It was not really possible for her to say 'I'm sorry, I shouldn't have engaged with Matthew which caused you two to separate, right?'

Those words sounded so hypocritical.

Furthermore, the marriage was arranged by their mothers, so what could she do about it?

Matthew gazed at Dolores with narrowed eyes and took a step forward steadily. An invisible oppressive atmosphere pervaded and this made Dolores involuntarily took a step back, "I thought I didn't provoke you?"

Helen held his arm, "Matthew, don't be angry. It's my fault., I shouldn't say all those words. She had just newly married you, I shouldn't come here. You quickly have a rest, I'll go back first."

"You're not the one who should leave this place." Matthew held Helen's wrist and went upstairs.

Helen's heart exploded with joy. Although Matthew had made it clear that he would be with her, he had never thought about making out with her.

Matthew's action today made her overjoyed.

After all, Helen was not the one to be with him that night. She could win his heart entirely only if she really had sex with him.

Dolores did not look up but just turned and went into the room.

When Helen turned her head back, she saw Dolores's thin and slender back who was about to enter the room. Helen suddenly realized that it was very similar to the woman's back that night.

That night, she overcame the jealousy and hatred in her heart to find a virgin woman for Matthew. This was already the limit she could tolerate. She was unwilling to see what kind of woman it was who made out with Matthew.

She only roughly saw the woman's thin figure when the woman left.

No wonder she felt familiar when she saw Dolores. Indeed, this kind of feeling did not just come out of nowhere.

Whenever Helen thought in her mind that the woman that night might be Dolores, her heart throbbed with fear and panic.

She could not let Dolores stay with Matthew.

And she could not let them have close contact to prevent Matthew from discovering something.

After all, Dolores was a woman who had had skin-to-skin contact with him.

After entering the room, Helen let go of her inhibition and directly embraced Matthew's thin waist, burying her head in his chest and saying tenderly, "Matthew, let me be your woman again." As she said, she immediately moved her head to try to kiss him but Matthew slightly hesitated. Despite seeing Helen's initiative, he did not have the impulse that a normal man should have. Except for that night, he did not have a single desire to make out with her!

Just as Helen's lips were about to touch his lips, he turned his head sideways. Helen did not manage to kiss him.

"It's already late, hit the sack early." Matthew tugged at his collar which was not tight. He felt a little restless.

He was not sure why he felt restless. Perhaps he was restless because he did not have the impulse a man should have towards Helen, which made him feel that he was abnormal. Helen's hands were clenched. Her face showed some grievances, "Matthew, is it because you don't like me..."

"Don't think too much." Matthew lowered his voice and put his arm around her shoulder, "You sleep here tonight."

Helen was a woman. She understood well what it meant if a man could not get excited about her body.

She lay down on the bed obediently but her eyes turned watery and red. Her tears welled up in her eyes but they did not drop.

She had grievances but she was stoic and not making any complaints.

Upon seeing this, Matthew's heart trembled. That night, she was also this stoic. No matter what he did that night, she did not make a sound.

Thinking of this, Matthew's heart was melted. He covered her with the blanket and sat on the edge of the bed, "Don't think too much, if we're married, I...I'll definitely make out with you." Helen nodded. She was around Matthew for a long time and she knew his personality well. Even if he did not love her, due to responsibility, he would certainly be responsible for her.

Matthew took off his jacket and stepped out of the room. He went downstairs and put his jacket on the sofa. Next, he sat on the sofa with his slender legs crossed on the coffee table. His head leaned on the sofa and he looked a little tired.

In the early morning

When Dolores finished getting herself washed and wearing her clothes, Matthew was sitting at the dining table reading the financial news today. Helen apparently knew him well as she made him a pot of hot black coffee with a strong flavour.

Coral had already finished preparing breakfast. Dolores reduced her sense of presence by not making a sound while sitting at the end of the table to distance herself from them. She was having porridge with her head down.

Coral served the fried eggs. Looking at Dolores who acted like a good-for-nothing coward, Coral's brow furrowed. Dolores was the legal wife, but why was she so humble in front of the mistress? Coral deliberately raised her volume, "Ms. Flores, you should sit at the position next to the young master."

Huh?

Dolores looked up.

Matthew put down the financial newspaper in his hand too.

Dolores and Matthew gazed at each other and they were both stunned. When Dolores thought of the matter that Matthew looked at her so coldly, a haze of cold fear gripped her.

When Matthew was very young, his mother passed away and it was Coral who took care of him.

He had a lot of respect for this elderly.

Thus, the way Coral spoke was somewhat casual.

For Dolores, the marriage between her and Matthew was just a deal in which each of them gained their respective advantages. So, Dolores felt that she should not disturb his private life. After finishing the porridge, she smiled, "I've done eating, you guys take your time."

Through the matter last night, Dolores could feel that Matthew cared a lot about Helen, so it was better for her to be sensible.

She quickly left as if a huge wave and beasts were chasing her.

Matthew looked at Dolores who was hurriedly leaving and slightly narrowed his eyes.

Matthew thought for a while and whispered, "Maybe she does not feel comfortable as I'm here, in the future..."

Matthew put a glass of milk in front of her, "She will leave in a month."

Helen slightly lowered her eyes. A month was indeed too long for her.

When Dolores went back to her room, she swiped her phone and got a reply from the comment she left at the job seeking website.

It stated that she was asked to go for an interview. After Matthew and Helen left, Dolores also walked out of the villa and took a cab to go to the interview venue.

WY Group.

The WY Tower was cloud-capped, looking so majestic!

Dolores stood in front of the tower. She took a deep breath before stepping in.

She had not graduated from university and it was not easy for her to find a suitable job. Hence, she was eager to apply for the job successfully.

In the interview area, there were many people. They were all dressed and holding a resume in their hands. It seemed like they were fully prepared for this interview. Whereas, Dolores was wearing a white shirt and a pair of jeans. Apparently, she looked a bit out of place compared to others.

She did not look like a person who came for a job interview.

She ignored the strange glances that continuously fell at her and stood quietly on the side, waiting.

It took nearly an hour before Dolores was called.

Her experiences of washing dishes and delivering newspapers could not be written as the work experience. She did not have a degree so she did not make a resume.

The interviewer frowned after seeing her blank work-experience, "How come you know the language of A Country?"

After all, it was not a popular language.

The recruitment had been there for a long time but there were no applicants at all.

Dolores thought of the past memories and clenched her hand, "I lived there before. In order to have better communication with the people there, I purposely learned the language and words..."

This voice...

With the documents in hand, Helen, who passed by the interview area, heard this somewhat familiar voice. She looked at the direction the voice came from and saw Dolores. Her heart pounded violently.00000