Chapter 5: Wedding Night


    Dolores seemed to understand what Coral was thinking. She didn’t exin and just smiled at her


    instead. The arrangement was between her and Matthew and she had no right to ask about his private


    life or request he stayed home with her. She even felt morefortable in his absence.


    Dolores entered the room and stared at the bedroom furnishings. The style was unique with a ck


    and white color scheme. The monochromatic room was simple, tidy, and luxurious with a touch of


    elegance.


    “This is Mr. Nelson’s room.” Coral smiled.


    Since they were technically married, Dolores knew they should stay together. Dolores opened her


    mouth and realized she couldn’t say a word about the arrangement. So, instead, she nodded in


    response.


    *****


    Dolores found it hard to fall asleep her first night in her temporary home. She leaned against her pillow


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    and browsed the employment websites from her phone, ready to find a job. She could only live a


    steady life, take good care of her mother, and give the child she was carrying a future if she had a job.


    She was shocked to find someone hiring trantors. Being a trantor was amon enough job, but


    what was surprising was the fact that the employer was looking for someone who knew thenguage of


    Country A. Country A was where Randolph had sent Dolores and her family. It was a poorly developed


    tropical country and there weren’t many people learning thenguage of the natives. After all, the


    capable countries.


    The sry and benefits were good. She filled out the application, attached her resume, and put down


    her phone beforeying down and falling asleep.


    The moonlight glistened across the window like silk in the silent night. Dolores had drifted off to sleep


    after tossing and turning for a bit and didn’t notice the sh of white light shot into the yard when a


    Maybach drove in and pulled into the garage. The car door opened and a towering figure got out. He


    strode into the house and he almost seemed to dance across the floor as if he were walking on clouds.


    He undid his tie and realized his mouth was dry. Not wanting to disturb his servants, Matthew headed


    for his room and grabbed a ss of water from the bathroom. His Adam’s apple slid up and down his


    throat as he gulped down the water. Water dribbled down his chin, but he didn’t care, as he was still


    thinking about his evening through a wine-induced stupor.


    After finishing the water, he finally relieved a majority of the burning sensation in his throat. He’d drunk


    quite a bit of white wine at the dinner party and few sses of red wine when celebrating separately


    with Helen for her birthday. It turned out he who was good at drinking had gotten slightly drunk.


    He removed his jacket and tossed it onto a chair as he left the bathroom. He’d left the lights in his room


    off as he was familiar with theyout of the furniture and didn’t need to see to undress. Knowing exactly


    where his bed was, he climbed in and fell asleep instantly.


    Dolores sensed the movement in her sleep, but she quickly settled down and drifted back into a deep


    sleep while cuddling the nkets around her.


    *****


    Dawn arrived faster than either of them wanted. The first light, resembling shiny threads, soon


    shimmered and filled the room with light. Matthew and Dolores were sleeping soundly, like a newly


    married couple.


    Matthew’s eyelids twitched and his eyes fluttered open. Due to the hangover, his head felt fuzzy, and


    he wanted to take a shower to wake himself up. He tried to raise his arm and get up and realized his


    arm was caught by something. He rolled over and noticed a woman lying in his arms.


    The woman’s long ck hair cascaded onto his arm. Her face was pale and her eyshes curved like


    butterfly’s wings. Her rosy lips were parted slightly and her breathing was soft and regr. His eyes


    moved down her face slowly and fell onto her thin neck and delicate cor bone. Her breathing


    increased a bit and he found it was actually kind of attractive. He couldn’t help but swallow. He hadn’t


    had that impulse even when with Helen. He wrinkled his eyebrows and seemed unhappy with his


    involuntary reaction, yet he couldn’t move his eyes away.


    Meanwhile, Dolores dreamed she was in the middle of African grasnds. A fierce lion stared straight


    at her as if wanting to devour her. She woke from the dream with a start. However, the moment she


    opened her eyes she was met with a pair of deep eyes pretending to be calm. Her mind instantly went


    nk. She immediately widened her eyes and covered her chest while staggering.


    “Wh-why are you here?”


    Matthew calmly looked away and slowly lifted the nket off. “This is my house.”


    Dolores wanted to respond, but once realizing where she was, she swallowed her words. “Weren’t you


    celebrating your girlfriend’s birthday? Why’d youe back?” she asked as she climbed out of bed


    and stood at the side opposite Matthew.


    Coral said that Matthew wouldn’t being back so Dolores had let down her guard and slept soundly


    all night. So, it was no surprise that she hadn’t realized he entered the room. She’d slept in the same


    room with a man. She realized she’d slept in his arms and her neck and cheeks burned as she looked


    away from him.


    Matthew started to unbutton his shirt. He hadn’t taken it off to sleep and it still smelled of alcohol. The


    wrinkled material sticking to his body was unpleasant and he only wanted to shower. He nced at


    Dolores who was clearly panicking beside the bed and Matthew’s mouth split into a yful smile.


    “Could my girlfriend’s birthday be more important than my wedding night?”


    Dolores became speechless. They were only legally married and only for a month. There really wasn’t


    a wedding night, was there? Matthew took off his shirt and Dolores turned away. She hid her disgust


    toward Matthew undressing in front of her. Ever since she sold herself, men disgusted her, especially


    being in close contact with them.


    She panicked. “I-I’ll leave now.” Dolores rushed out of the room without a second nce.


    Matthew didn’t pay her any mind. He undid his belt and strode into the bathroom. He needed to take a


    shower.


    After taking a shower, Matthew’s short ck hair was wet and disheveled. His white bathrobe covered


    his lean body and his tanned chest peaked out, disying his toned muscles.


    He strode over to the closet and went to grab some clothes but stopped when he discovered a strange


    bag with a sunflower on it. He froze. Did the bag belong to Dolores? There was even a flower on it.


    Why was she so childish? And she was bold enough to put her things in his closet? He frowned and


    took out his clothes. After dressing, he put the clothes hanger back and identally knocked her bag


    down.


    The bag was open and all her things inside fell out. There was some simple clothing and toiletries. As


    he crouched down to pick them up, he noticed the ultrasound with Dolores’ name on it stating she was


    six weeks along. Dolores was pregnant?