Snare of Love

Chapter 14: No Longer Understand Her

“What are you talking about?” Dolores was even more confused.

Matthew got up from his chair and strode towards her while being silhouetted by the lighting in the

room. His footsteps were steady and slow. In the end, he loomed over Dolores and said, “You are still

my wife in name, so you should refrain from being intimate with other guys.”

He didn’t care about what led to their marriage. As long as they were a married couple, he couldn’t

tolerate being cheated on!

This was his limit, and it was also his dignity as a man!

Dolores couldn’t really process his words. Since when was she being intimate with other guys?

She retorted immediately, “Didn’t you sleep with other women here as well? Should I be demanding on

you as your wife too?”

Matthew’s creases on his forehead deepened, “I didn’t sleep with other women.”

Dolores was stunned momentarily. She was sure that Helen had spent the night here yesterday.

Who would believe that they didn’t end up sleeping together?

However, she suddenly realized that whether he did or didn’t sleep with other women, that didn’t have

anything to do with her anyway.

Matthew’s expression was getting uglier by the minute. What was he thinking?

Dolores didn’t want their relationship to turn sour. She softened her tone, “I will try to abide by your

demands. Then I shall…”

She waved the documents in her hands to indicate her intentions, fearing that she wasn’t already

obvious enough.

Matthew mumbled a response, but he failed to conceal the tinge of anger in his voice. He wasn’t mad

at Dolores, but instead he was mad at himself!

Why would he explain himself to her anyway?

Was he crazy?

He was really irked by his response to her nowadays! That feeling of discomfort almost morphed into

one of disgust!

Since Dolores had secured a job working at a restaurant, she had to finish translating these documents

as soon as possible.

When the clock struck midnight, she was only halfway done. However, her energy was already waning.

In order to freshen herself up, she carried the documents and headed to the living room. At that timing,

the whole villa was shrouded in a deep silence. Matthew and Carol was probably sound asleep at that

moment.

She placed the documents onto the table and poured herself a cup of lukewarm water in the kitchen.

She put the cup onto the table and sat down onto the mat while continuing her translation task.

Matthew felt rather thirsty, so he came downstairs to pour himself a glass of water in the middle of the

night. Seeing that Dolores was still translating his documents, he couldn’t help but frown.

However, he didn’t say anything as he passed by her. Dolores noticed his presence, but she didn’t

immediately greet him.

Matthew was used to living alone, so when he saw a cup of water on the table, he instinctively picked it

up and started to drink it.

“Hey—“

Dolores wanted to remind him that she was using that cup, but to her dismay, Matthew was already

gulping water from it. She wasn’t able to continue her sentence anymore.

Matthew eyed her briefly and saw that she was hesitating about something. His gaze stayed on her

face for several seconds before shifting to the cup in his hands. Under the faint glow of the light, he

saw a faint smudge of lipstick on the edge of the cup.

His lips had touched that part of the cup just now.

Obviously, he was drinking from a cup that had just been used by someone else. Coupled with Dolores’

reaction, that person was probably her.

Dolores continued to stare the floor, pretending that nothing was going on.

However, she felt her face strangely burning.

They were really too unfamiliar with each other, so this simple gesture of him sharing her cup was a

little too intimate for her.

Although he didn’t do this on purpose, Dolores still felt embarrassed by this.

Matthew’s lips quivered slightly as he licked his lips. He didn’t know what to make of this situation, so

he simply finished the water in the cup in one go.

He placed the cup onto the table and walked in her direction. He noticed that it was already one o’clock

in the morning, so he started, “Aren’t you sleeping yet?”

Dolores continued to look at the floor, not willing to raise her head, “I’m not sleepy yet.”

Matthew stared at her for a moment before turning around and returning upstairs.

When he reached the top of the stairs, he suddenly remembered that she had mentioned about going

to his company for a job interview and failing to be selected. He felt strange about the whole thing. After

coming back to his room, he picked up his phone and dialled Abbott’s number.

Abbott was still deeply immersed in his sleep, so he was a little annoyed when the ringing of the phone

woke him up. He grabbed the phone with annoyance and with a plethora of curse words swimming

around in his head, he was about to reprimand whoever dared to call him so late into the night.

However, upon seeing the caller’s name, his sense of frustration disappeared without a trace. He

rubbed his eyes nervously and answered the call, “Yes, Mr. Nelson.”

“Investigate the reason why the human resources department has denied the hiring of a translator

recently.”

“Huh?” Before he could totally comprehend what he was being told, the line went dead.

Abbott stared at his phone for a long time. Why did the president call him for such a trivial matter?

A distorted expression slowly formed on his face.

Wasn’t he purposely disturbing his sleep for no reason?

However, he could only keep these words of complaint to himself. He didn’t dare to delay carrying out

his orders.

The next day, Carol woke up to the sight of Dolores sleeping soundly while sprawling forward on the

table. There was a huge stack of papers around her, and Carol couldn’t understand a thing written on it.

She just guessed that it was probably something related to her work, and she let out a sigh, “You

shouldn’t overexert yourself like that without even sleeping.”

Despite not understanding Dolores’ situation, she still fetched a blanket and covered Carol with it.

At that moment, Matthew was descending the stairs. Seeing that Carol was covering Dolores with a

blanket, a subdued emotion that was sharpened by the passage of time slowly overcame him.

He walked towards her and bent over to pick up those sheets of papers. There were twenty-two pages

in total, and she had translated every page and written them impeccably.

She probably spent the whole night completing the translation. Did this woman never get any sleep?

Matthew couldn’t help stealing a glance at her.

Carol only let out a sigh, not knowing what she could offer.

She turned around and disappeared into the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

By the time Dolores woke up, she saw Matthew digging into his breakfast. She rubbed her eyes while

trying to help herself up by pushing against the table, but to her dismay, her legs were numb. This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

She had to wait for that numbness to dissipate before she could finally wake properly.

Then, she headed to the bathroom to wash herself up and take a bath, trying to refresh herself.

After dressing up, Dolores emerged from her room and held out the documents in front of Matthew,

“They’re all done.”

She settled into her seat to eat her breakfast. After a pause, she added, “If you’re free, remember to

pay me.”

She was afraid that he would forget about paying her.

Matthew put down his coffee and stared at her for two seconds, “I don’t carry cash with me. Look for

me in the company later on.”

After saying that, he got up.

Dolores took a sip of her milk and decided not to pursue this matter further. As long as he would pay

him, she would have no problems with the details.

The reason Dolores had been working so hard to complete the translation was because she didn’t want

anything to affect her new job today.

After Matthew had left, Dolores followed suit not long after.

She had to wear a uniform in the restaurant. Dolores was donning a white shirt and a black vest. She

put on a bowtie and her figure-hugging skirt exposed both of her long and slender legs.

Helen was sitting by a table near the window. She was in high spirits since Matthew had asked her out

for a meal by himself.

Although Matthew had acknowledged the nature of their relationship besides promising her that he

would marry her, he never took the initiative in anything. She was the one who had done all the

initiative.

“Matthew—“

“I heard that you are the only who decided not to hire Dolores for the translator job?” He had learnt

about this from Abbott earlier on in the company.

It turned out that Helen was the one who had been tinkering with the hiring process.

Helen clutched the arm rest of her chair hard. How did he find out about this?

Matthew was leaning against his chair, and the sunlight outside the window was pouring onto him. He

lazily propped up his chin with his hand while his gaze was one of scrutinizing.

He felt like he no longer knew this woman in front of him, who once saved her when they were young

and created a potion for him.