Snare of Love novel Chapter 182

Dolores didn’t close the door of her room. She had drawn a lot of drafts, feeling tired. Hence, she lay prone on the desk for a rest. Unconsciously, she fell asleep.

Charles slightly quieted down his movements to operate the wheelchair. When he arrived closer to the bed, he found that Dolores was napping. Reaching out, he picked up a draft on the tray table. The strokes on the paper were delicate and fluent. He could see that it was just a sketch, but her conception and design could make him understand at a glance what she wanted to express.

He could tell that she was quite professional.

Looking up at her, he wondered if she was a fashion designer.

“Young Master, she’s a fashion designer.” Amelia stepped in. Seeing that he was looking at Dolores’s draft, she moved closer to take a look. Sure enough, Dolores didn’t lie. Otherwise, how could she be able to draw such a stunning sketch at random?

Charles looked a bit annoyed as if it was because Amelia was speaking too loudly.

Immediately, Amelia lowered her head, pressing her lips in the grievance. She didn’t mean to wake up Dolores. She explained it to him by instinct when seeing that he was looking that the drafts.

“Amelia, you can’t be so restless in the future.”

Amelia lowered her head. “I got it, Young Master.”

“Hmm-”

In her nap, Dolores faintly heard someone speaking. Frowning deeply, she gradually opened her eyes.

“Did we wake you up?” Charles looked at the sleepy woman who just woke up.

Dolores raised her hands to rub her eyes. As soon as she did it, she found her arms were numb. “Hiss...” she didn’t feel comfortable.

“What happened? Did your arms become numb?” Charles reached out. “Is it this arm? Let me rub it for you.”

Dolores suddenly withdrew her arm that he gripped. Waving, she refused, “No, thanks. I can rub it myself.”

As she spoke, she kept rubbing the numb arm with strength so that it could recover as soon as possible.

Charles withdrew his hand without changing his expression. He wasn’t angry because Dolores was hiding from him. Instead, he asked, “Do you like it?”

Dolores didn’t get what he meant first.

When seeing the fish tank installed beside the bedhead, she understood what he was referring to. She nodded perfunctorily. “They are quite rare.”

Charles put down the draft on the tray table. When withdrawing his hand, he said, “As long as they could amuse you, they are quite lucky.”

Dolores lowered her head and pretended that she hadn’t heard what he said. She put away the drafts. “I just drew them at random.”

“Well, you are quite good at it. I guess you must be a well-known fashion designer,” although he sounded like asking her, he said quite affirmatively.

“Not really.” Dolores didn’t want to expose too much of her information to the man. She didn’t know anything about this man who looked gentle and kind.

After all, he shouldn’t be a simple man since he could act the tyrant in a locality.

“I believe what I’ve seen.” Charles was quite confident.

Dolores put the drafts upside down on the tray table. Obviously, she didn’t want to continue talking about this subject.

Charles was quite smart and sensible. He changed the subject immediately. “You must feel quite bore for staying in the house all the time.”

Dolores shook her head. “It’s alright.”

“Shall I show you around?” Charles smiled.

He retained a faint smile on his face all the time.

Dolores was about to refuse, but thinking that she could get familiar with the environment if she went out, she agreed.

“But my foot...” Dolores was in a dilemma. She couldn’t walk because of the injured foot. She didn’t want to be a cripple. She expected that her foot would recover soon and she could go home as soon as possible.

“Let me help you up.” Charles reached out his arms.

“Ms. Flores, please allow me to help you.” Amelia immediately came to help Dolores up, afraid that she would agree to take Charles’s arm. “I can walk. Ms. Flores, it’s more convenient in this way.”

Dolores certainly knew about Amelia’s purpose - she didn’t want Dolores to physically touch Charles.

She was quite happy to do Amelia a favor. Hence, she took Amelia’s arm. “Okay. Amelia, please help me up.”

Charles cast a glance at Amelia without saying anything. Then he operated his wheelchair towards the outside.

He looked back at Dolores. “Let’s go to my study first.”

His bedroom and study were both on the first floor, not far away from the room that Dolores was staying in. They arrived after taking a few steps. He pushed the door open and entered first.

Amelia helped Dolores walk in. Charles said, “Put her on the chair. You may leave now.”

Amelia wished to stay here a lot, but obviously, Charles wanted to send her away. Although she was reluctant, she dared not to disobey Charles.

She could only help Dolores to sit down on a chair and left the room. Before closing the door, she cast a glance at Dolores.

The latter wanted to tell her not to worry because she didn’t have a crush on Charles.

In that way, Amelia could rest assured.

However, she couldn’t speak out those words in Charles’s presence, so Dolores kept silent.

After the door of the study was closed, Charles moved to the desk and seemingly asked at random, “Have you studied drawings and paintings systematically?”

“Not really. I went to a fashion design college, which required drawing skills. It’s just a foundation,” Dolores answered fluently.

However, she was more alert to him. He was quite smart, and he could lead her to discuss the topics he wanted easily.

Charles smiled. “Do you like reading?”

“Occasionally.” She didn’t have much time to read. Occasionally, she would read books relevant to fashion design.

“I like reading.” Charles’s tone was meaningful. “I can’t walk and I don’t have many friends. Only these books could accompany me.”

Although he hid pretty well, Dolores still could sense the disappointment and depression in his tone.

After all, everyone would care if he couldn’t walk.

Dolores’s gaze fell on the bookshelves behind the desk. The bookshelves were made of red sandalwood. They fully occupied the whole wall, covered with rows of books. Dolores had never heard of the names of many books.