Snare of Love novel Chapter 80

Dolores didn’t feel curious when she saw Abbott. After all, it was Matthew who had forced her to come back to the country, so naturally he must know her residence.

She also wanted to have a talk with him.

“Let’s go.” Dolores headed towards Abbott’s car.

Abbott was not in a hurry to follow her; he shot a glance at Terry, saying, “If I see you pestering her next time, I won’t let go of you this kindly.”

Only then did he get into the car after giving the man who was pestering Dolores the warning.

Dolores remained quiet and didn’t say anything. She just looked out of the car window blandly.

Abbott turned his head to steal a glance at her and then concentrated on the driving. On the way to the villa, Dolores felt that the sceneries passing through the car windows were getting more and more familiar. Six years had passed, yet it seemed like everything had not changed.

Dolores slightly furrowed her brows.

Although she hadn’t lived in the villa for too long, she could still clearly remember everything happened here.

The car soon came to a halt. Dolores heaved a long sigh to calm down herself before pushing open the door.

Abbott didn’t intend to get into the villa together with her and instructed, “Mr. Nelson is waiting for you inside. You go in by yourself.”

Dolores casted a look at him and asked, “Do you know why he wants to meet me?”

“I’m not that clear of it as it’s my boss’ private affairs.”

Dolores chuckled when recalling that Abbott was Matthew’s subordinate, so how could he inform her in advance if Matthew wanted to do something bad to her?

Her question just now was way too superfluous.

She walked towards the door and took a deep breath before pushing open it.

In the right part of the spacious, simple, well-lighted and spotless living room laid a piano, which was sent by Randolph back then. It was still placed at the same position and it seemed that it had never been moved.

In that year, she left the country hurriedly after the accident without taking any of her belongings. She didn’t even have time to pack her clothes, not to mention the piano.

Dolores stepped into the house.

The decorations here were as the same as they were before her leaving, and it seemed everything had not changed.

“Do you remember this place?”

A man in a black shirt was standing on the second floor. The top button of his shirt was unclasped and his sleeves were rolled up to his arms, which exposed his beefy arms. With one hand in his pocket, he was holding a goblet with the other hand and was swirling the red liquor in it. The liquor was dancing like a thing alive in the glass along with his movements.

Dolores looked up with a light smile, “Mr. Nelson.”

Matthew’s expressions froze a bit. Mr. Nelson?

She had been addressing him as ‘Mr. Nelson’ back then, but after hearing her addressing him as ‘Matthew’, he didn’t like that address any longer because it sounded unfamiliar and alienated.

He preferred her to call him Matthew.

“Are you familiar with this place?” He walked downstairs while asking.

“It’s been a long time and I can’t remember it clearly.” Dolores refused to admit it and denied all her memories about Matthew as well as her feelings for him.

“You called me here, and you want to talk about some matters with me, right?” Dolores walked to the sofa and sat down with her legs gracefully crossed and one of her hand on the sofa armrest, “I happened to have something to talk to you, Mr. Nelson.”

She had something to talk to him?

Matthew felt a bit surprised about this.

He put the glass of red wine in front of her, “For you.”

Dolores expressed her gratitude politely, “Thank you.”

Matthew raised his brows. Judging from her tone and attitude, was she really going to treat him as a stranger?

He suppressed the displeasure and sat down opposite to her.