Snare of Love
Chapter 376 He's Not Grown Up Yet But Had An Imposing Manner.

Dolores touched her forehead, thinking that she's too absent-minded. Luckily, there's a towel in the bathroom, after she finished her shower, she could ask her son to help her get her pajamas from upstairs. After thinking about that, she put her mind at ease and lay comfortably inside the bathtub.

After a long while, she got up from the bathtub, took a shower, and washed her hair. Then, she wrapped herself with the towel, walked to the dry area, and shouted to her son outside without opening the door, "Samuel, can you help mum go upstairs and get my pajamas?"

Samuel raised her head and looked towards the frosted mirror bathroom door but couldn't see Dolores's figure at all. He asked, "Where did you put it?"

"It's at the cabinet under the bathroom window." She intentionally put the pajamas in the cabinet in the bathroom so that she could directly wear her pajamas after her shower, instead of wrapping herself in a towel and wear her pajamas when she got out of the bathroom.

"Okay, wait for me while I get it." Samuel put his tablet down, slid off the bed, put on his slippers, and ran upstairs. He ran quickly, rushed in after he opened the door. However, he didn't realize that there was a person at the door, and directly slammed into that person. Then, he touched his forehead, raised his head, and saw that it was Matthew, who was wearing the same grey-coloured silk-textured pajamas as him. He blinked his eyes, lowered his head, looked at his pajamas, then raised his head and looked at Matthew.

Matthew squatted down and took Samuel's hand off, which was on his forehead, "Is it painful?"

His forehead was not reddened.

Samuel shook his head and said, "It's not painful."

Samuel thought for a moment, then asked, "Did mommy make your pajamas too?"

In the past, Dolores only made pajamas for both him and his sister.

Matthew didn't know if it was made by Dolores. Dolores was the one who gave him the pajamas, so he always thought that the pajamas were bought. Matthew looked at the pajamas on his son and his and found out that they were of the same quality and style. He asked, "Your mommy made it for you?" Samuel nodded, "Most of our clothes were made by mommy."

Dolores was a fashion designer. She was familiar with fabric materials, and she had sewing machines in her store, so it was convenient for her to make clothes. Samuel looked at Matthew and warned him, "You must treat my mommy well."

Mommy had treated him well.

He's still a young boy, but he had an imposing manner.

Matthew stood up, lowered his head, and looked at him condescendingly, "Why did you come up here?"

Treat Dolores well? That was his responsibility to his woman. Who's going to take care of his own women if he didn't?

He didn't need his son to warn him.

Samuel raised his head, "I'm here to take mommy's pajamas. She's going to sleep with me tonight."

Matthew was not surprised since he already knew about it.

However, Samuel seemed to be flaunting, as if he was saying that Matthew had been hogging his mommy for too long, and now it's finally his turn to get her to accompany him. Matthew tapped on the little boy's shoulder, smiled but didn't say anything else. He turned back into the room and took Dolores's pajamas out. Samuel stretched his hand out, "Give me."

Matthew handed the pajamas to him, and Samuel hugged them in his arms, turned around, and ran down the stairs.

Matthew followed behind him, walking slowly.

Samuel ran to the room and knocked on the bathroom door. "Mommy, I brought your pajamas."

Dolores was cleaning up the bathroom. She put all the dirty clothes into the laundry basket.

She didn't go take her pajamas when she heard her son's voice but instead told him to leave it at the handle.

She would open the door and take it later.

Samuel agreed, then hung the clothes on the door handle. He went back to bed and took his tablet, continued to solve his math questions.

Simona was rolling on the bed, hugging and playing with her stuffed doll.

In the bathroom, Dolores released the water in the bathtub. When she had done cleaning up the bathroom, she walked over to the door to take her clothes. Her clothes were hung on the door handle, and she could reach it by just opening a small gap on the door. As she grabbed her clothes and tried to pull her hand back from the gap, someone suddenly grabbed her hand. She got tensed for a moment, and as she wanted to ask who it was, she saw the approaching figure. From the gap, she could see a chiselled and familiar face.

She frowned slightly, then whispered, "What are you doing?"

Matthew looked at her face, then moved his gaze lower. Dolores had just washed her hair, and it was blown half-dried, scattered all over her shoulder head. Her body was wrapped in a white towel, revealing her neck and delicate collarbone. Matthew's gaze moved even lower and saw her straight and fair legs.

His gaze became hotter and hotter.

Dolores was most afraid of seeing him like this. She lightly struggled with her wrist, "Don't fool around, the two children are still here."

Matthew said with a low voice, "Then let me in."

Dolores, "..."

She spoke in an even lower voice, "I need to change my clothes."

"I know."

Dolores, "..."

Matthew laughed and pinched her cheek, "If you don't want to let me in, then let me sleep downstairs too."

Dolores, "..."

Did she have a choice?

It was obvious that he did it on purpose.

She glanced at him resentfully, "You already plan it out, why do you still need my consent?"

After saying that, she closed the bathroom door.

Matthew was in a good mood since he achieved his motive. He turned around and went into the bedroom. Samuel glared at him, thinking that Matthew was here to steal his mommy away from him. But Simona was different. As soon as she saw him, she jumped happily on the bed, "Daddy!" She plunged into Matthew's arms and clung onto him like an octopus. Matthew put his arms around his daughter's waist, and patted on her buttocks, "Don't be so naughty."

The little girl clung to his neck and complained, "You kissed mommy just now, but you didn't give me a kiss."

After saying that, she leaned her cheeks to Matthew's lips and said, "You should kiss me too."

Matthew kissed her little face and pinched her nose, "You already learn how to sow dissension at such a young age?"

The little girl giggled and hid inside his arms, "I learned a lot of new words, shouldn't you be giving me a reward?"

"What do you want?" Matthew carried her and lay on the bed. Samuel had no choice but to move aside. He looked at his little sister and Matthew. This was his bed, but now, it had been occupied by these two people.

Simona tilted her head and gave it a thought, then said, I want a Star Wars Secret Base."

Samuel immediately cast his gaze over to Simona and looked at his little sister in surprise.

His little sister had always liked flurry toys or more girly toys like barbie dolls.

Matthew was very surprised too. He hugged his daughter in his arms, "Since when did you start liking this kind of toys?"

"I saw it on my brother's browsing history. He also bookmarked a lot of it as well, so I think he really liked it a lot. I want to gift him as a present, but I have no money." The little girl nestled in Matthew's arms, "Daddy, why don't you buy it for me. Then, I can gift it to my brother."

Samuel really liked it. However, if Matthew were the one buying it, he would feel as if he owed Matthew.

"... I don't need it." Samuel tried to suppress his yearnings.

Matthew laid sideways on the bed, with half of his face sunk deep into the blanket. He toyed with his daughter's hair and said, "Your brother is not accepting your graciousness, why don't you pick a new one that you like."

Simona basically had everything that she liked, "Then buy me another little yellow duck figurine."

Samuel felt his heart was aching in pain when he heard that.

This was such a good chance. Why did Simona pick a little yellow duck figurine?

Moreover, she already had one.

"Okay," Matthew promised Simona.

The little girl jumped happily and kissed Matthew's face, sticking all her saliva onto his face. Feeling the stickiness on his face, Matthew's eyelashes fluttered, reached out his hands, and wiped the saliva off the corner of his daughter's mouth.000