Snare of Love novel Chapter 469

This time Boyce did not answer her immediately but looked at her fixedly.

He felt as if she was deliberately prying into this matter.

But she obviously knew, so why did she pry?

Not hearing Boyce's voice, Dolores slowly looked up and saw him looking at her with inquisitive eyes. Her heart stuttered for a moment and she forced herself to calm down, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Nothing." Boyce shook his head, feeling that something wasn't right. But when he thought about it, it didn't seem out of place. She must be concerned about the progress of this matter, so she wanted to know so much. After all, Victoria had died to save her life, so it was right for her to be concerned.

He shook his head honestly, "Jayden didn't say Jolene had a baby."

Jayden knew about Jolene having a child. At the time Victoria was just recovering mentally, so he didn't talk to Victoria about it. But he knew that Jolene had a child, and knew that the child was Dolores. He just didn't say so.

After all, Dolores was married to Matthew and had two children. How could he bear to tell them?

That was a grudge from a previous generation, and he didn't want to involve people of this generation.

He could see that Matthew and Dolores had a good relationship, which was why he deliberately hid it.

He wanted them to stay together for the rest of their lives.

Boyce looked at her and asked, "Jolene has a child?"

Dolores paused as she scooped up the soup, then quickly recovered her natural state and shook her head, "No, I was just asking."

Boyce nodded without suspicion.

After dinner, Boyce and Armand went back to the house while Dolores went to give the kids a bath. Coral called out to her, "I'll finish the dishes later, and I'll wash them. There's water in the bathroom, in case you slip and fall."

"It's okay ..."

"I'll wash them." Matthew came out of the study and interrupted Dolores. He picked up his daughter and went to the bathroom.

Watching them walk into the house, Samuel came over and tugged on Dolores' coat, "Mommy, be nice to Daddy."

She looked down at her son and frowned.

Was she not being nice to him?

"Although I feel that Daddy didn't like Grandma before, I see that Daddy is sad when Grandma is gone." Samuel could also feel that Matthew was depressed.

Dolores clasped her son's head in her arms and hugged him, then whispered, "I'll be nice to him."

How she wanted to smooth out all the wounds in his heart! But the broken porcelain, no matter how much you mended it, there would be cracks, and it would never recover its initial appearance.

Samuel reached out and touched her belly. Her belly was slightly bulging. He began to look forward to having a sister or brother.

He already had a sister and wished even more that he could have a brother to play with.

"This one must be a brother," Samuel said with conviction.

Dolores raised an eyebrow, "How do you know?"

Now she was afraid that the ultrasound could not find out whether it was a boy or a girl. At least three months later, it would be possible to check the gender.

Where did he get the confidence?

"I feel it. I just feel like he's a brother."

After a moment, he hung up. Dolores asked in a voice the moment he hung up, "Aren't you going out today?"

He turned to see her wake up, so he put the phone away and walked over. With his arms braced at her sides, he leaned down to look at her, "I'll stay with you today."

She squinted her cat-like eyes and rubbed her fragrant, soft, seductive body against his chest, then hooked her thin white arms around his neck and said softly, "Will you satisfy me with whatever I ask?"

His eyes deepened and he said dotingly, "Of course."

She smiled, opening her pink lips, "Then let's go change the baby's name and then go see a movie. You buy me a bouquet of roses and then take me to a very romantic restaurant for dinner."

He said yes.

Dolores pestered him and pouted, "You pick me up."

He lifted the covers, slipped his arms around her waist, held her slender waist, and lifted her out of bed to the bathroom.

Dolores rested her head in the nook of his shoulder, and her eyes were slightly downcast, "I didn't even take a bath yesterday. Will you wash it for me? I want to smell all nice, I want to wear the prettiest clothes, and I want to be a woman worthy of you. At least my looks have to match yours."

He looked down at her and said, "Okay."

Walking to the bathroom, Matthew put her down and went inside to turn on the hot water in the bathroom. Standing outside the glass door, Dolores could see his entire back, which was lean and wide. His waist was narrow, free of bulk, and even and straight in proportion to the tight line of his hips.

There was warm liquid running down her face. Her tears just fell uncontrollably and without any signs.

She wanted so much to be with this man forever, to have many children, and to live an ordinary life.

However, the ordinary days had become her most extravagant desire.

At the moment Matthew turned around, she wiped the tears from her face, leaned softly against the sink, and then stuck out her tongue to lick her lips. She licked slowly, little by little, like she was savoring some tantalizing delicacy. She smiled flirtatiously at him, "You undress me. I want you to serve me."