Snare of Love

Huh?

Dolores turned back.

Matthew did not explain any further, as he rubbed his hands slowly, placing the napkin on the table. Standing up, he walked towards Dolores, "Let's go to the company together."

Dolores widened her mouth, together?

Did she hear wrong?

"Together... Is this suitable?" After all, no one knew about their relationship; if they were seen together, rumors would fly.

"What do you mean suitable or not? You're married after all; who's going to have a word about it?" Coral said. She felt that Matthew going to the company with Dolores was a good thing; has he accepted Dolores?

They were married anyway; their relation should be closer now.

Dolores had something to say, but Coral had ushered her, "Go change your shoes now."

Dolores was forced to go with Matthew.

Coral was like a lookout, only entering the house after seeing Dolores in Matthew's car.

Dolores laughed hollowly, "Coral's very passionate, ha."

Instead of answering, Matthew asked, "How paranoid are you about letting others knowing our relationship?"

Dolores felt weird; what's there to be afraid of?

There was not a single drawback to publicizing their relationships, only benefits to her.

"Our short marriage is just a trade. If your co-workers knew about it, it's going to bring a lot of problems for you." She lowered her eyes, said faintly.

With a plan, her heart was empty with panic. She did not know how much truth was it in her assumption.

If it was fake, she could just consider it as an accident.

What if it was real...

This man...

Will he accept the kid?

"You're looking out for me?"

His lips went up slightly as if this was the answer that made him satisfied.

She had many thoughts inside her head as she clenched her hands, asking tentatively, "I guess. After divorcing, you're going to marry Ms. White right away, right."

When it came to Helen, Matthew's face sunk. He turned his head slightly over, gazing at her harshly, "Are you testing me?"

Indeed, Dolores wanted to test would he marry Helen White; she wanted to know how deep Matthew had invested his feelings into Helen White.

Dolores acted steady, "I'm just curious about your love story with Ms. White. Testing? Is that necessary? I gain nothing from it anyway."

Even though Dolores had an adequate explanation, Matthew wasn't buying it.

He felt that her words had some meaning behind them.

Whatever it was, he doesn't know it.

His instincts told him that she had some intention behind it.

They had both arrived at the company. Usually, Matthew parked his car in the underground, but this time, he stopped on the top of the parking area.

Dolores came out of the car and stood aside, waiting for Matthew to go first, then proceed.

Matthew glanced at her, and Dolores squeezed a smile, "I'm not going to give you any trouble."

"How would you know if I see it as trouble?" He asked calmly, turning his sight, "Unless, you're reading my mind?"

Dolores, "..."

She took a step back when she saw a car coming, completely distancing herself from him.

Matthew glanced at her faintly, then going into the building.

The quietness of the morning had washed away the tense working atmosphere. The whole building even looked slightly relaxed.

The person inside that car just now was also a WY Group co-worker. He was from the IT department. He saw Dolores standing there, as he walked over, "You're also working at WY Group?" Dolores replied politely, "Yes, I am."

"Come." The man was wearing a pair of glasses, slightly thin, slightly white-colored skin. He looked like a gentleman.

Dolores nodded.

"Which department are you from?" asked the man.

"I'm from the translating department." Dolores replied softly.

"Oh." The man paused for a second, "You're new here right, I've never seen you before."

"Yea, I just came here a few days ago." As she was talking, she looked up and saw Matthew in front, he was already in front of the hall, entering the building's reception hall...

Suddenly, a black shadow darted out, going straight for Matthew...

"DIE!" It was a woman, holding a sharp knife; she seemed prepared.

The sharp and shiny blade reflected light as it sliced through a curve, aiming for Matthew's backside.

"Careful..."

In this nick of time, Dolores rushed forward.

She was unable to think straight; it wasn't about being brave or not afraid of dying. She just believed that Matthew could be the unborn child's father; her sanity was beyond control.

Or maybe it was her having unique feelings for the first man of her life.

In short, she lost her mind trying to block away dangers targeted to Matthew.

Matthew heard some noises, turned around, and saw Dolores running towards him, and Beulah Shawn, who was holding a knife...

Bang!

Dolores knocked into his arms, as well as Beulah's knife on her hand...

Dolores had gathered her sanity back; will she die like this?

She hadn't had the time to confirm was he the man that night, was he the father of the unborn child.

Thoughts emerged through her head, things that happened in the past, her mother, brother, happy or unhappy incidents, and now the unborn child in her stomach.

She did not want to die, refusing, unwilling.

Her brain had an idea, as her body complied. She attempted to push her off with both her hands.

However, something was holding back her waist; her body crashed into a hard and solid chest, she was unable to move.

She regretted.

But there was no chance to regret.

She accepted her fate and closed her eyes.

Hoping that pain doesn't come too fast, living another second was another second.

Screeching sounds rang through her ears.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

Pain never came.

She opened her eyes slowly and saw Matthew looking at her. She could not guess the emotion on his face, as if it were changing like the clouds, from shocked and surprised to fear and happiness.

He did not expect when danger appeared, she would come and block him from danger. His pupils looked like it could smile, "Do you know what you're doing?"

At this moment, all Dolores could think was why she was unable to feel pain in her body.

She turned over and saw Matthew grabbing the knife that was inches away from her body. Blood dripped through his fingers.

Beulah glanced at Matthew with her bloodshot eyes; she was angry how did she not stab him to death?

"I'll kill you all!” It seemed that Beulah was enraged by something as she pulled her knife out, preparing to strike once again.

It was like she won't stop unless they're dead!

Matthew frowned slightly.

"You made me lose everything; I'm going to kill you all!" Beulah looked beyond sanity, lunging towards him recklessly.

Matthew grabbed Dolores's waist, turned around, and shoved the knife away from Beulah. He then stretched his legs and kicked her down.

The security guards in the building heard the racket and came surging in to hold Beulah down. She was struggling, losing all her image of a noble person, screeched, "Hands off, or I'm suing you all for sexual harassment!"

At this hour, people were arriving one after another for work. It took no effort for them to surround the entrance area.

Everyone was discussing this incident as if they were surprised by this fuss.

Everyone pricked up their ears, trying to understand what was happening...☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐