Snare of Love
Chapter 513 Is That You

Matthew Nelson left the coffee shop at around 10 o'clock. At this time, the coffee shop was near its closing already, so he couldn't continue to stay inside.

Boyce Shawn and Armand Bernie had probably never seen Matthew so pitiful like this. He had to make himself look like a beggar just so he could see Dolores Flores. He didn't even have a place to stay. He went back to the gate of the residence to wait for his son's message. However, he saw Oscar Adams walk out of the residence instead.

Oscar talked to Dolores about the exhibition, so he came out a little late. He walked over and passed him the access card without saying anything, "You can't get in without this."

Matthew didn't hesitate. He reached his arm out and took it over, "Thanks."

Oscar thought for a while, "Do you want to take a bath at my place?"

"No, I still have to go back tomorrow," Abbott Baron gave him a phone call and said that Boyce got into trouble.

He didn't clearly hear what happened at that time. He only heard Amanda Nelson's voice, then he hung up. Abbott probably thought that he heard it already, so he didn't call again.

If it was just a minor matter, Abbott would probably not tell him. So, he needed to go back after seeing Dolores.

Oscar smiled and handed him a business card he took out from his pocket, "If there's anything that you need my help in, you can look for me. I'm very familiar with city C." "How are you related to Stanley Lennon?" Matthew asked as he took it from him.

Oscar was stunned for a moment. It had been a long time since someone directly mentioned Stanley in front of him. The smile on his face disappeared, and he became serious, "I was wild and mischievous when I was young. My hands were almost chopped off by someone. He was the one who saved me, so I always followed him afterwards. Then, he...so I helped him watch JK over."

After he finished talking, he looked at Matthew, "You must be that person Jolene Harris arranged for Lola."

He used a declarative sentence and not an interrogative one.

At that time, Jolene didn't allow him to go and replace Dolores. She said that she already arranged everything for her. Although Jolene didn't directly say it, he knew deep inside that this must be the case since Nelson was the surname of both Dolores' children.

This was also the surname of the family of Jolene's husband at that time.

It wasn't hard to guess the situation based from personal experiences.

"We are bounded by fate," Dolores wasn't sent to him due to someone's arrangement and certainly not to pay for someone's sin.

From his point of view, that was a type of harm. It was physically and emotionally hurtful to Dolores since she was used by her mother as leverage to pay for her sins. For him, it was an insult. It was an insult to his feelings.

In his subconscious, nothing and no one was involved for it was purely feelings between Dolores and him. He liked her. It was as simple as that.

Oscar pursed his lips and awkwardly smiled. It was as if he realized that what he said sounded bad. No one would like to be arranged by someone, "Then, I'll leave now."

Matthew silently groaned in agreement.

He found a place to sit down on after Oscar left. He received Andrew Nelson's phone call when it was almost one o'clock. He hung up after it rang twice.

This was his agreement with his son. His son would call him after Dolores fell asleep. However, he couldn't help but frown after glancing at the time. She went to sleep when it was one o'clock already?

He didn't have time to worry about this problem right now. Instead, he used the access card Oscar gave him to successfully enter the residence and replace the room Dolores was living in.

The door wasn't closed well as a crack shone through. He opened it with just a gentle push. Andrew wore summer pajamas and slippers on his feet as he stood on the hallway.

The lights were turned off inside, but the curtains weren't drawn aside. So the light that entered at an angle from the outside was enough for him to see the general furnishings inside the house. Andrew gave him a pair of slippers and instructed, "Stay quiet."

"Does she usually go to bed this late?" He softly asked as he put on the slippers.

Andrew nodded and whispered, "More or less, she sleeps late anyway. Sometimes it's because of work. Sometimes...I also don't know why she couldn't fall asleep. In short, she usually sleeps after 12 o'clock. After talking, he walked towards Dolores' room and spoke softly, "Mommy sleeps in this room."

Matthew rubbed his son's head as he stood at the doorway, "Thank you."

"Sure, I'm going to sleep now," He yawned. He was so sleepy. He had never slept this late before. He already did his best for this pair of couple.

He was living in the room diagonally across Dolores' room. He arrived with just a few steps and closed the door after he entered the room.

Whether it was the noisy streets or the crowded residence, everything was quiet at this time. The noise during the day was washed away and only silence was left.

Matthew stretched his hand out and gently pushed the door open.

The lights weren't turned on in the room, and a layer of white tulle was draped as the curtain.

The air conditioner wasn't turned on either. The windows were open, and the gentle breeze of wind blew the tulle curtain up from time to time. He walked in lightly. The room wasn't very big, and a double bed was put in the middle. Under the dim light, he could only see a tiny figure curled up on the bed.

She only wore a slip dress and nothing else covered her. Her bare skin glowed brightly under the dim light.

He sat down at the bed side gently, and the woman on the bed seemed to not notice. She slept on the side of her head, and half of her face sunk into the pillow. Some messy strands of long hair covered the other half of her face, so he reached his arm out to move them away from covering her face.

Half of her face was finally revealed, and her outlines were extremely clear and tiny.

They hadn't met for two months, but she didn't gain any weight. He felt bad for her since it seemed like she lost some weight instead as he touched her.

He thought, how wonderful would it be for time to stop and just spend a lifetime silently watching over her like this.

He leaned over to kiss her forehead. Her unique scent prevailed in every breath and every place he went to. It made him clingy and obsessive. His lips kept wandering around every inch of her bare skin. However, Dolores lying on the bed had a painful expression as her brows tightly furrowed. She had a nightmare. In her nightmare, she was thrown into a desolated world. There was nothing but endless darkness around her. There was even a howl. The loud roar seemed to be from a monster that was slowly approaching her that eventually pushed her to the ground.

She was extremely scared when she saw a huge mouth rushing toward her.

She wanted to scream and shout, but her throat seemed to be restrained. That was why she couldn't make any noise.

Her body couldn't move either. Even if she used all her strength, she still couldn't break free.

Matthew seemed to feel her body tighten up. Cold sweat broke out on her forehead, and she looked like she was in extreme pain.

It was obvious that she was having a nightmare. He didn't care anymore that she might see him.

He just wanted her to quickly wake up from her nightmare, so he gently patted her cheeks, "Wake up..."

The slight noise woke her up from her nightmare. She quickly opened her eyes and vaguely and sleepily saw an extremely familiar figure floating on top. She spoke in a hoarse voice, "Is that you?"

He hugged her delicate body, rubbed her arms, and gently comforted her, "Yes, it's me. Did you have a nightmare?"

It was such a response that tore open her longing for him hidden in the depths of her heart. It was as if she was bewitched.

She sniffed him crazily and greedily. There was a faint smell of sweat on his body. It wasn't heavy.

Instead, it seemed more like a sign that he didn't have time to tidy up because he rushed and came to see her from a long journey. It was particularly sexy. She kissed his protruded collar bone and enjoyed indulging in him exclusively.

She possessed every passing second and the time she couldn't seize.

Her consciousness was in so much haze and daze that she couldn't tell if this was the reality or the non-existent sleep paralysis demon.

She just wanted to hug him. In this way, she wouldn't be afraid in the dark.

So she hugged him for a very long while. It was so long that she went into a daze. Her eyelids trembled as she forcefully kept them open.

Then, he suddenly turned over and pressed her into his arms. He kissed her hard and deeply as his warm lips covered her mouth. It was so deep that she could suffocate, yet she was enjoying it, too.☐☐☐☐☐☐☐