She couldn’t say, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have gotten married to Matthew, and you can’t be together all because of me,” right? Those words sounded so insincere.
Their mothers arranged the marriage, so was there really anything she could do about it?
Matthew glared at Dolores, his jaw set, and took a steady step forward. An oppressive atmosphere permeated the air and Dolores involuntarily took a step back.
“I didn’t mean to upset you?”
Helen gripped his arm. “Matthew, don’t be angry. It’s my fault. I shouldn’t say all those words. You two are newly married, after all. I shouldn’t have come here. You should hurry off to bed, I’ll go back home.”
“You’re not the one who should leave.” Matthew grabbed Helen’s wrist and went upstairs.
Helen’s heart exploded with joy. Although Matthew made it clear he would be with her, he’d never actively proved it to her. Matthew’s action left Helen completely overjoyed. After all, Helen wasn’t the one to be with him that first night. She could only win his heart if she really had sex with him.
Dolores didn’t look up, but just turned and went to her room.
When Helen turned to look back, she saw Dolores’s thin and slender back about to enter her room. It just suddenly reminded her of the woman from that faithful night.
That night, Helen overcame the jealousy and hatred in her heart to find a virgin woman for Matthew. She was already at her tolerable limit in sharing Matthew.
She had paid little attention to the woman, and only saw her thin figure when she left. No wonder Dolores gave off a familiar feeling when Helen looked at her. That kind of feeling didn’t just come out of nowhere.
The woman that night might be Dolores – just whenever such an idea came to her mind, her heart throbbed in fear and panic. She couldn’t let Dolores stay with Matthew. She didn’t want to have to see the woman who gave her virginity to him continuously. And she couldn’t let them have too much time alone together in order to prevent Matthew from discovering the truth. After all, Dolores was a woman who was with him that night.
After entering the room, Helen let go of her inhibitions and immediately embraced Matthew’s thin waist, burying her head in his chest and saying tenderly, “Matthew, let me be your woman again.”
As she spoke, she looked up to kiss him, but Matthew hesitated. Despite seeing Helen’s initiative, he didn’t have the desire or drive a normal man should have. Except for that night, he had never thought about making love to her.
Just as Helen’s lips were about to reach his, he turned his head away. Helen did not manage to kiss him.
“It’s already late, let’s go to bed,” Matthew said, tugging at his collar, which was nowhere near tight.
He felt a little restless. He wasn’t sure why, but he did. Perhaps it was because he didn’t have the impulse a man would be expected to have toward Helen, which made him feel abnormal.
Helen’s hands clenched into fists, and her eyes shimmered with tears. “Matthew, is it because you don’t like me—”
“Don’t worry too much about it,” Matthew said, lowering his voice and putting his arm around her shoulder. “You can sleep here tonight.”
Helen was a woman. She understood all too well what it meant if a man couldn’t get excited about her body.
She laid on the bed obediently, but her eyes turned red and puffy. Tears stung her eyes, but she refused to let them fall.
She wanted to speak up about the injustice of it all, but she was patient and didn’t want to make anything worse.
Upon seeing her reaction, Matthew’s heart trembled. That night, she was also that stoic. No matter what he did, she didn’t make a sound.
Thinking about that night, Matthew’s heart melted. He covered her with the blanket and sat on the edge of the bed.
“Don’t worry about it too much. If we’re married, I-I’ll definitely make love to you.”
Helen nodded. She’d been around Matthew for a long enough time she knew his personality well. Even if he didn’t love her, he was a slave to responsibility. And 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. He sat on the sofa with his slender legs crossed on the coffee table. His head leaned on the sofa, and he stifled a yawn.
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