Chapter 469 I Want You To Serve Me

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."

Dolores pinched his cheeks, "Go take a shower and go to bed."

Samuel smiled and touched Dolores' belly through her clothes and said, "Good boy, when you are
born, I will take you to play."

After saying that, he ran to the room with his short legs.

Dolores looked at her son and smiled helplessly, then raised her hand and pressed her temples. Coral
cleaned up the kitchen and came out. Seeing that Dolores looked tired, she said with concern, "Are you
not feeling well?"

"Ah." She looked up at Coral and shook her head, "No, maybe I'm just a little tired. I'll go up first."

She held the handrail of the stairs and slowly walked upstairs. Originally, she only wanted to lie down in
bed, but then she fell asleep.

After Matthew had bathed the two children, he came up and pushed the door open to find the house
unlit, the curtains unzipped, and the moonlight slanting in from outside. He looked in and saw the
woman curled up under the covers, sleeping. He gently closed the door and walked in, and stood by



the bed, and reached out to touch her forehead. It was a little hot. He went and soaked a towel, took it
out and sat on the edge of the bed, and put it on her forehead.

When her skin was soaked with something cold, she shivered and her body followed. He hurriedly took
the towel away, "Is it too cold?"

She slowly opened her eyes. Since she had just woken up, her voice was hoarse and soft, "Well, it's
cold."

"You're a little hot. You need a cold compress."

Dolores touched her forehead and found that it was indeed still a little hot. She dropped her hand, "I'm
awake, so I don't feel cold."

Matthew placed the towel on her forehead. His hand had soaked in the cool water when he wet the
towel, so his fingers were cool. He wanted to touch her face but thought of her fear of getting cold, so
he changed his touch to pull the covers over her. He tucked in the corner, "Just sleep. I'll watch you
here."

Dolores did feel sleepy, so she closed her eyes again.

She didn't know when she fell asleep, only that she felt someone holding her in a daze. His large, hot
hands roamed her abdomen. She moved, found a comfortable position in his arms, and went back to
sleep.

Perhaps because she felt safe and warm in his arms, she soon fell asleep again.

The next day, Dolores woke up to see Matthew standing in front of the window on the phone. He
seems to be giving an account of things at Abbott's company. She rubbed her eyes, rolled over to face
him, then turned on her side to sink half her face into the pillow, and watched him talk on the phone.



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."


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