Chapter 412 I Like All the Ones You Give Birth to

Coral thought for a moment, “Around six o’clock.”

She didn’t look at the time back then. It was five o’clock when Matthew called her to come over, and it
took her about half an hour to pack up and come to the hospital. Matthew had then explained some
things to her and sat at Dolores’s bedside for a while before leaving.

Dolores looked out the window. She couldn’t go out in this condition, and Matthew hadn’t shown up for
a day, so it must be that the matter was difficult to handle.

She was feeling a little scared inside actually, after all, this was a situation that seemed practically
unsolvable.

“What are you thinking about? Why do you look unhappy?” Coral asked worriedly, and then added,
“You can’t exhaust your mind with your current physical condition.”

Dolores knew about her own condition. No matter how worried she was, she wasn’t of any help, so the
only thing that she could do was to not cause trouble for Matthew.

She closed her eyes, “Coral, turn off the light. I’m taking a nap.”

The light was too bright, she couldn’t calm down.

Coral said okay then turned off the lights, and soon the lighting in the room dimmed.

Coral sat on a chair beside, “You go ahead and sleep. Call me if you don’t feel well. I’ll be here
watching you.”

“I’m fine, Coral. You go take a rest.”

They got this floor to themselves. The room next door could be used for resting.



Coral didn’t feel comfortable for Dolores to be alone, “No, you just sleep, don’t worry about me. I’ll take
a nap on the sofa when I’m sleepy.”

Coral was doing that out of concern and Dolores knew that she did it for her own good, so she didn’t
say anything more and closed her eyes to sleep.

She wasn’t sleepy actually. She had already slept for a little while during the day, so she had little
sleepiness. But then probably because she had been lying down for quite some time, she fell asleep
unconsciously.

By the time Matthew came back, it was already close to twelve o’clock. The room was dark, and he
turned on the light next to the door. Coral slept light, so she woke up when she heard the movement.

She stood up, “You’re back?”

Matthew gave out a light humph and walked straight to the bedside. Dolores was sleeping deeply and
didn’t wake up.

He unbuttoned his collar, his gaze was looking at Dolores, but his words were asking Coral, “How does
she feel today?”

“She vomited badly and didn’t eat much. The doctor gave a nutritional drip and also set up a meal plan.
She was feeling better at night, more or less ate a little and didn’t vomit.” Coral said.

Matthew nodded. He reached out to caress her cheek, a goose-egg like small face, white and delicate.
Perhaps she was tickled by Matthew’s touch, Dolores moved a little and her eyelashes trembled
slightly. She then slowly opened her eyes, and in a haze, she saw Matthew standing by the bed. She
moved her body wanting to sit up, and Matthew wrapped his arm around her to help her and stuffed a
pillow behind her, then softly asked, “Did I wake you?”



Dolores shook her head, “I’m a little thirsty.”

Matthew gently placed her against the bedhead, “I’ll get some water for you.”

He walked to the table and his gaze inadvertently fell onto the flowers placed on the windowsill. He
glanced at them and handed the water to Dolores, “Who sent you the flowers?”

He was just asking casually. Sean was the only one that came over today. No one else besides him.

It was just that why there were roses…

Dolores’s movement of drinking water froze. Before she had time to say anything, Coral spoke up first,
“It was from a gentleman in a wheelchair who had sent it over specially. It was quite thoughtful of him.”

Coral didn’t know about the relationship between Charles and Dolores, so she had no qualms when
speaking about it.

Dolores held onto the cup and looked at Matthew.

Matthew lowered his eyes, the tone of his voice unknown, “He came today?”

Dolores told the truth. Even if she wanted to cover it up, she couldn’t anyways, “Yes.”

Matthew had always been very mindful of Charles. Dolores knew he would definitely be upset, and
wanted to explain, but then found herself unable to say anything. After all, there wasn’t anything that
happened between her and Charles that was unspeakable.

Dolores clutched the cup.

“Want more?” Matthew asked while looking at the cup in her hand.

Dolores nodded and said, “All good.”



He took the cup and placed it on the table, Coral stood beside and didn’t dare to say anything. She
realized that the atmosphere wasn’t feeling right, but she didn’t know what went wrong.

“Go and take a rest, Coral.”

Coral looked at Dolores, who nodded to her, and only then did she turn around and left the room.

The door of the room closed, and the room was quiet instantly.

Dolores looked at him, “Are you angry?”

Matthew didn’t answer her question, “Do you like these flowers?”

‘What was on her mind for her to put up the flowers?’

He pulled out a rose and looked at it carefully. Matthew’s face clearly looked gentle, but Dolores was
feeling anxious inside when looking at him.

She hadn’t done anything wrong to him, so why should he be angry?

Dolores deliberately said, “There isn’t a woman who doesn’t like flowers, I also like it. I saw that they
looked beautiful, so I asked Coral to put it up.”

Matthew was speechless.

He looked at Dolores with raised eyebrows, was he angry?

“You like them?”

“Yes!”

Bang! Matthew threw the flowers that were on the windowsill into the trash.



Dolores was speechless.

‘This guy…’

“You…”

“I’ll send you one if you like it.” Matthew walked over and hugged her, then said with a warm voice,
“Sleep with me for a while.”

As they were closer, Dolores only then saw the weariness under his eyes. She moved inward a little,
clearing out a spot for him to sleep. Matthew held her sideways, his broad palm was caressing her
back, slowly and softly…

Dolores looked at him, “Did it come at the wrong time?”

With her being pregnant at this time would definitely add pressure to him.

This matter was already very tricky.

Matthew abruptly opened his eyes and fixed his gaze on her, “What did you say?”

Dolores said in a croaked voice, “It’s not the right time to get pregnant…”

“What nonsense is that?” Dolores’s words were interrupted before she could finish. Matthew lowered
his head and kissed her mouth, then bit her lips as if it was a way of punishing her. Dolores sucked in
cold air in pain. He was still on her lips, and said with a muffled voice, “Still dare to talk nonsense?”

Her lips were clearly in pain from the bite, but her heart was feeling warm. Dolores wrapped her arms
around his head, and Matthew’s face was buried in her chest.



“I was also surprised myself. I thought that I really couldn’t have child anymore, and when I knew, I was
so happy. Are you happy?” Dolores’s voice trembled a little as she spoke.

For her, this was an accident.

An accident that she hadn’t expected.

But then, it was such a beautiful accident.

Matthew didn’t answer her. He took her hand and put it on his heart instead, his fingers pressing on her
hand, “It still hasn’t been calm until now.”

His chest was firm and warm, and his strong heartbeat was beating against her palm.

Dolores smiled, as if all the dilemmas they were having didn’t exist. Now, it was just her and him.

A world where no one could disturb.

“Do you like boys or girls?” Dolores slowly ask.

Without thinking, Matthew said, “I like all the ones you give birth to.”


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