Snare of Love
Chapter 352 Was I Not Being Serious?

They couldn't get inside the Intensive Care Unit and could only look through the glass window. Theresa was still unconscious, and her face was wrapped tight, leaving only her eyes.

A piece of hospital equipment was beeping beside her.

Armand leaned on the glass mirror miserably. He remained silent, and Dolores could see his constant twitching shoulders.

"I was very surprised. We have just met each other not long ago. She said she wanted to leave for good, replace a quiet place and give birth to her child... Who knew something like this would happen?" Dolores spoke softly.

Armand pressed his hands against the glass window, then clenched into fists. He sobbed, "It's all my fault..."

"What's the point now that you know it's your fault?" Dolores knew that she shouldn't stimulate him, but she thought it would be better if she made it clear for him.

"If you remain like this, even if Theresa forgives you, I will not allow it. You need to think about what your mistakes are." Dolores went out after she finished her sentence. She wouldn't feel good if she continued to stay here.

The face was a mark of a person. Even if Theresa could go for plastic surgery, it wouldn't be her original face anymore.

She used to be a person with a sunny disposition, happy and healthy. But since she got along with Armand, she was never happy anymore.

And now, she was even wounded to this extent.

Dolores felt sorry for Theresa.

Matthew came over and helped her remove the messy hair in front of her forehead, and hooked them behind her ears. "Come, Let's go back."

Dolores nodded. Now that Theresa was still unconscious, even if she stayed here, she wouldn't be able to do anything.

Before she left, Dolores went to Theresa's main doctor and asked, "When will she wake up?"

Dolores wanted to come before Theresa woke up. If she couldn't accept her situation, Dolores hoped that she could be there so that she could console her. "She should wake up after twelve hours." The doctor said.

Dolores thought to herself, after twelve hours, it should about 5 a.m. tomorrow morning. She thanked the doctor and left his office.

She went back home with Matthew. She skipped dinner and shut herself in the room. After a while, Matthew came in with a cup of pure milk.

She lay in bed in her sweater. Matthew came in and sat by the bed. In fact, he didn't like it when she got worried because of other people's matter. "Are you asleep?"

Dolores was not asleep, but she didn't feel like talking. She already heard it earlier when Matthew pushed the door and came in.

"I know you are awake. Get up and drink this cup of hot milk."

Dolores got up and looked at him.

She couldn't tell how she was feeling, it was all a mess.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Am I good-looking?"

Dolores carefully stared at him. Yes, he was handsome. His skin was fair, and his facial features were distinguished. His deep eyes and his occasional gentle smile could easily drown people.

But when he showed his stern and cold face, it was totally another story.

Dolores's depressed mood was slightly soothed. She sat up, and Matthew passed the milk to her.

She took a sip, and said, "Armand... has he been like this?"

Was he indecisive when it's related to his feelings?

Matthew thought for a while, then said, "No."

Actually, Armand was a man who was clear about what he wanted. It's just that he was affected by Phoebe.

Before this, he was hurt by Phoebe when she left. And when she suddenly appeared again, his heart was confused again.

Dolores pursed her lips as though she was thinking about something. Matthew reminded her, "Finish the milk."

She didn't finish the milk immediately, but instead, she took out her phone and set the alarm. She's wanted to wake up earlier tomorrow to go to the hospital.

At night, Dolores slept in Matthew's arms. Probably because she felt at ease when he was beside her, she quickly fell asleep.

She was woken up by the alarm clock.

She quickly woke up when she thought about Theresa who was still in the hospital. As she was about to get off the bed, Matthew grabbed her waist from behind. His sound was hoarse as he just woke up, Where are you going?"

"I'm going to the hospital. The doctor said that Theresa will probably wake up at 5 a.m. I need to go check up on her." Actually, she was afraid that Theresa might get agitated when she saw Armand, therefore she needed to go earlier.

"It's still early, accompany me for a little while more." Matthew held her and pulled her into the blanket. Dolores pushed him, "Don't make trouble. She's already disfigured, so I'm scared that she might not be able to think it through, and there's no one by her side too. Speaking of this, I need your favour for something."

Dolores turned around, looked at him, and held his face.

"What benefit do I get from it?" Matthew asked first before Dolores could even mention her request.

Dolores frowned and said, "I'm serious."

"Am I not being serious?"

Dolores was speechless.

She took the initiative and kissed his lips. Because it was morning, he had a fresh stubble on his chin. It was a little prickly, but it wasn't painful. She lightly pecked on his lips and ended it quickly. Matthew frowned and half-narrowed his eyes as if he was unsatisfied with the kiss. He flipped over, and pressed Dolores against his chest. Dolores asked, "I need you to replace me a good cosmetic surgeon." Even though she hadn't seen Theresa yet, but she knew how Theresa was like. Theresa wouldn't want Armand to interfere with this. To be exact, she wouldn't want to have any involvement with Armand right now, since now the only engagement that they had in common was gone.

Matthew lowered his eyes and looked at her hands that were still pressing against his chest, and spoke in a low voice, "Okay, you can release your hands now."

Dolores's heart was pounding. They didn't turn on the lights, and the only orange light source in the room was the bedside lamp, rendering the atmosphere with some enticement.

She could feel his burning chest through her soft silky pyjamas, and her hands retreated involuntarily upon touching his warm chest. Matthew lowered his head and kissed her lips, and laughed in a muffled voice, "Why are you still so shy?"

Even though they had made out for quite some time, she would still get shy often.

When they were done, Matthew helped her put on her clothes and sent her to the hospital.

When she arrived at the hospital, it was already almost 6 a.m., and the sky had already brighten up. Since she got together with Matthew, she could hardly get the chance to wear low-collar clothes. Matthew always liked to leave marks all over her body.

Dolores wore a black windbreaker on the outside. Inside, she wore a dress with patterns of flowers, and a bowknot was tied obliquely on her collar to cover up the red marks on her neck.

She took her bag and got off the car, "You don't have to wait for me. I'll get a cab when I want to go back."

Matthew answered her with a hum and said, "Call me if you need anything."

Dolores agreed and watched Matthew as he drove off, then turned around and walked into the hospital.

When she arrived there, Armand was already there. He looked as if he never went back last night and wore the clothes from yesterday. "Did you stay here the whole night?" Dolores asked as she came in with her bag.

Armand lowered his head, "I went back."

He went back and took care of his grandmother. The two people who took his grandmother down the boat didn't want to get involved in this murder case lawsuit, therefore they sent Armand's grandmother back to the hospital. His grandmother needed to have some good rest, so he brought her back home and let his maid took care of his grandmother, which was more convenient too.

Dolores asked, "Is she awake?"

Armand suddenly raised his head and looked at Dolores. His eyes were red as if it was soaked in red paint, and spoke in a hoarse voice, "She didn't want to see me."

Dolores knew that. It was what she had expected. So, Theresa had already woken up?

"Let me go and see her." Dolores looked at the pain-stricken Armand and felt pity for him. She patted on his shoulder and said, "You are a man. Theresa should feel even more pain than you."

She lost her unborn child and got disfigured. No one could have withstood this kind of huge blow.000000