Snare of Love novel Chapter 531

Theresa took the two children back home. Perhaps Dolores was tired because of the recent matters, so she fell asleep in her room. Theresa woke her up because Matthew said that Armand would come over later.

Dolores lazily opened her eyes, and she looked at Theresa with bleary eyes, who was standing by the bed. Dolores got up and sat on the bed. She rubbed her eyes, “You guys have come back.”

Theresa replied, “Ya. We've bought you the radish you want to eat.”

Dolores had just woken up with her bleary eyes, and she seemed to be not completely awake yet.

Theresa poured her a glass of water, and Dolores reached out and took it and drank half a glass of water. She became a little awake. Dolores put the glass on the bedside cupboard. She got out of bed and put on her shoes, and she asked, “What did you guys eat outside?”

As Dolores spoke, she glanced at the time and then looked at Theresa, “It's so late?”

It had been more than three hours since Theresa took the children outside.

Dolores thought, ‘What did they eat that took so long?’

“We ate grilled paper-wrapping fish,” Theresa lied at random because the preparation of the grilled fish took a long time. It was made with fresh fish and cooked for more than half an hour, at least. It could take almost three hours for them to finish eating and shopping.

“I think you should be hungry now. We buy you something to eat,” Theresa and Dolores walked to the living room together, where Andrew and Amanda were watching TV on the sofa.

When they were shopping with Matthew at the supermarket, they passed by the baking section. The two children said Dolores liked the red bean pastry. It was made up of layers of red beans that were soft inside with a crispy edge.

Dolores had bought it several times in the past, so Andrew and Amanda knew she liked it.

Matthew bought two boxes of red bean pastry after knowing that Dolores liked it. He also bought other desserts since Dolores could not eat radish as a proper meal because it was insufficient in nutrients.

Theresa stretched, “I'm going to take a shower.”

She did not want to see Armand. She would not be soft-hearted or forgive him, even if Armand died in front of her at the moment. Theresa was not to escape because she could not let go of the past. She merely did not want to see Armand.

Armand's face always reminded her of many unpleasant and painful memories.

She could change her appearance and voice, but she could not erase her memories.

Dolores nodded and took a carton of pure milk out of the refrigerator. She poured a cup of milk and put it on the table.

Andrew was very caring and brought over all the food Matthew bought and put them on the table, “Mommy, we bought you red bean pastries and pineapple buns.”

“And this,” Amanda handed over the radish Dolores wanted to eat.

Dolores sat on the chair. She looked at the two children and smiled. She thought that her children had grown up and knew how to be caring.

She rubbed Amanda's head, “Can you help mommy to wash it?”

“Sure.”

Amanda felt that it was something to be proud of to help Dolores, so she was happy about it.

Dolores reached out to take a piece of red bean pastry that Andrew opened the package for her and took a bite. She thought, ‘It still tastes the same,’ Dolores talked something to Andrew, “What have you ate today?”

“Steak,” Andrew replied.

How did Andrew know that Theresa said they ate grilled paper-wrapping fish to rationalize the time they consumed with Matthew outside.

Dolores stopped her movement of carrying the milk cup and lifted her eyes to look at Andrew. Dolores wondered, ‘Am I mishear?’

Theresa said they ate grilled paper-wrapping fish, while Andrew said they ate steak.

Dolores asked again, “What did you eat today?”

“Steak,” Andrew blinked, “Mommy, do you want to eat too?”

Dolores shook her head and subconsciously frowned. She pondered, ‘If Andrew and Amanda ate steak, why Theresa said they ate grilled paper-wrapping fish? Plus, there is no western restaurant around here.’

Why would Theresa lie?

Dolores smiled and asked as if she was chatting with Andrew as usual, “Which restaurant did you eat at?”

“Bamboo Restaurant, the place where Oscar invited us to eat last time,” Andrew said honestly.

“Oh, I see,” Dolores gently lowered her eyes. It was a high-end western restaurant, and the minimum spending was over a thousand and six hundred dollars. It was far from where they lived.