Helen entered the office with some documents in her hands, and when she caught sight of Dolores, a hint of brutality flashed across her eyes.

Was this woman trying to seduce Matthew while she was gone?

Matthew was hers. Dolores should never trespass this area!

She wanted to slap Dolores so much.

However, at this moment, Matthew spoke up instead. “What’s the matter?”

“I need your signature on this document,” Helen hid the brutality away immediately, forcing a smile while answering him.

He grabbed the documents and started to leaf through them. He paused to ask Dolores to leave. “You’re not needed here at the moment. You may leave us now.”

Dolores gave him a small nod before exiting his office.

“Matthew, she—”

“I have asked for her to translate something for me. Is there something wrong with that?” His face was unfazed as he interrupted her.

There were no traces of him lying by looking at his face. He was secretly taking responsibility for what had happened to Dolores recently. He knew full well about Helen’s unfriendly attitude toward Dolores, but he couldn’t do anything to change the situation.

He had some responsibility when it came to Helen.

“No, nothing.” Helen walked over and started to give him a massage. “You can leave such things to me in the future.”

Matthew simply mumbled some response.

*****

After getting off work, Dolores stood by the road next to the building. She saw a black car slowly emerged from the garage and she unconsciously straightened her back. She knew the identity of that person in the driver’s seat.

The black car rolled to a stop in front of her. Abbott wasn’t with Matthew so he was driving himself. The window rolled down and Matthew’s calm gaze came into view.

Dolores was wearing a red dress with a flat collar. Her waistline was accentuated and the dress reached just below her knees. Her pale legs were exposed to the slightly chilly night air.

As she felt his burning gaze, Dolores hastily explained. “I didn’t want to be dressed too casually and embarrass you. After all, I am still your ‘wife.’ ”

She was deliberately giving the explanation because she was afraid Randolph would see through her lies and realize they didn’t love each other.

During afternoon break, Dolores had specifically returned to the villa and picked out the particular dress. She’d never worn it before. It was given to her by Sampson on her eighteenth birthday.

Dolores was always fair-skinned and the bright red colored dress was able to emphasize her skin’s contours even more. Her collar bones were sculpted and her neck was without any excess fat. She exuded charm.

She was a sight to behold.

A faint glint appeared in Matthew’s eyes and he dully said “Get in the car.”

She sat in the passenger’s seat while thinking about what would happen next. Since they were returning to the Flores family home, she had to put on her best performance.

Matthew was strangely too calm and Dolores couldn’t guess what was on his mind at all.

Could it be that her attire was not appropriate? She rarely wore anything that stood out like the bright red dress. Back then, Sampson had commented that it suited her very well.

the scenery flashed by outside the window, the shadows moved ambiguously across Matthew’s handsome face. He looked like someone who only existed

felt unreal and distant, just like their

voiced her concerns. “Is my dress

his fingers jerked

a little, while not wanting

while and a blanket of oppressing silence hung over

the steering wheel. His fingers were long and chiseled. His fingernails were immaculate. It was another sight to behold. His fingers had the same impact on

good?” His gaze was still

Dolores only then realized she’d been staring at him for some time. She instantly

her slowly with his lips curled into a devious smile. “Is my face more good-looking than

to pretend not to hear him and even

him furiously in her heart. Where did his aloofness

suddenly sound like a

minutes, the car stopped in front of

and Beulah had been busy preparing the dishes for dinner. The scale and quality of the food were very acceptable, in Randolph’s

First Miss is home,” the maid arrived to

warned them in a low tone. “This is a very important ordeal for me.

nothing to worry about. We’ll never talk back or retaliate, even if she comes at us with fury. As long as she lends you a hand in the company’s matters, I can still do all of this

felt Beulah didn’t waste any of his sentiments toward her in the past. “When the

to

standing next to Matthew, holding the contract regarding the piece

her and held out

suit and together they entered the

honored you could join us for

didn’t act like his usual arrogant and entitled self at

had any good feelings toward Randolph, so he just nodded slightly while

and ease the tension in the air. He hoped

face and had to do something about

simply laughed. “He’s always like

his expression as he invited

insincere smile. “You’re finally here. Come sit down. Lola, you would never have thought that your dad asked me to prepare a scrumptious meal after

smile on her face. They were just putting on an act at that

outsider, you don’t

replied, she tightened her grip on Matthew’s arm. She

hard to suppress the resentment in her heart. She continued with

“You’re indeed right.”

still holding on to Matthew’s arm. Beulah and Annabelle sat opposite

make-up. Despite being so young, she had a mature and flirtatious look at the moment. Dolores sneaked a scornful glance at

looked into Annabelle’s fixed expression, she joked. “Sister, why are you staring

slightly as he

both of them were wearing a red dress,

holding Annabelle’s hands

lunch anymore; you guys are probably

the moment Matthew set foot in the villa, he looked like he was trying not to

would pick up some food and place

watched their interactions silently. He didn’t expect his daughter, who never garnered his attention, was the

intended to only

the table and raised her voice. “This is what you always wanted. Since I’ve brought this here, you didn’t forget about your promise, did

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