Matthew readjusted his expression, “Since you’re not thrilled, just go back now.”
Dolores’ hands that were on her side were clutched together tightly. She asked with a big mess inside her heart, “Can you tell me why you are doing this?”
Did he know that what he was doing was actually saying ‘I love you’?
She knew that Matthew would never like this kind of woman like her, but she could not understand his actions.
She couldn’t find a single explanation.
Matthew stood up.
Why?
Matthew also didn’t know why; he just knew that he wanted her to go back to where she was from, “You were the one chosen by my mother. I have to live up the expectations from the deceased ones.”
Dolores wanted to laugh, but she couldn’t.
She had no idea about what kind of expression she should be doing right now, be it happy or upset.
“So, just because I was the one your mother who betrothed, you want me to go back?” Dolores was at loss of words; she didn’t know why she was expecting his negative answer.
Matthew turned around, facing behind her, hiding his facial expression in the light refracted from the windows, and agreed faintly.
This was the most expected answer.
But she was disappointed.
She smiled bitterly, “You think I’m suitable for this position? Plus, aren’t you engaged with Maria Herbert? Are you teasing or playing with me now? Is that fun?”
Matthew’s face suddenly tensed up, like a bowstring being pulled behind.
He had been deliberately ignoring that one thing, which was Dolores had been married before and given birth too.
He didn’t want to mention nor think about this thing; since now she had said it out, he had to face it.
“I’m not going to marry Maria. As for your position, nothing is inappropriate,” he said.
Dolores managed to squeeze out a smile, “Nothing is inappropriate? Are you for real?”
Matthew turned around, looking at her, “You’re not a pure woman, nor am I a good man. We’re equally same; we shouldn’t dislike either of us.”
She already knew it; she didn’t understand why it hurt more when she heard it from Matthew’s own words.
He was a normal man, after all. Maria had been with him for so long, it would be weird if nothing happened.
She knew this.
She also understood.
She just didn’t know why she would feel down about him sleeping with another woman.
“I’m going back today.” He came here today to tell her about this.
“Oh.” Dolores faced somewhere else, not looking at him and pretending to be calm.
Buzz buzz…
Dolores’s phone on the table suddenly buzzed. It was her son’s name, and she picked it up.
“Samuel.”
“Mommy, can you pick me up from school today?” Samuel Flores asked.
“Of course.” There was nothing more important than her son. She took a glance at the clock on the table, “When do you want me to come over?”
“Can you come now?”
“Sure.”
“I’ll wait for you then.”
“Okay.”
She waited for him to hang up first, and then she hung up. She packed her files and drawing paper, preparing to leave. And then she realized that Matthew who was standing behind her hadn’t left.
“You’re leaving?”
“Yeah.”
Dolores pursed her lips, “My son wants me to go pick him up.”
Matthew just heard it, remembering his face on how hostile he was toward him, and asked, “Did you bad mouth me to him?”
Dolores was confused, “Bad mouth what now?”
“You didn’t tell me why the kid was so hostile toward me?”
Dolores understood now.
But she refused to answer, changing the topic deliberately, “Don’t you have a flight to chase? I’m leaving too.”
She couldn’t possibly say that Samuel saw Matthew forcibly kissing her; that was why he had a grudge against him?
She walked to the door, looking back at him, “Not leaving?”
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