Chapter 660: A Husband’s Rights

Dolores opened the box, in which there was a round glass aquarium, in which there was an
oxygenated plastic bag and two colorful fishes. They couldn’t be found in the market, quite rare.

It also happened last time in Charles’s house. Although they were different fishes, it still reminded her
about what had happened in White City.

Matthew unbuttoned his shirt and went to the bathroom. He seemed to have made a mistake. Only
Tiana, the weird girl, would send the fish to others as the wedding gift.

However, he didn’t know that they were from Charles instead of Tiana.

Charles was just like Armand. During the wedding, he was sitting in the corner, secretly blessing them.

Dolores turned to look at the man who had walked into the bathroom, slowly breathing a sigh of relief.

Matthew was quite petty. She was afraid that he would be unhappy. It seemed that he didn’t think this
gift was from Charles. Otherwise, he would be jealous again.

Dolores opened the bag and put the fish into the glass aquarium.

When she tossed the bag and box into the garbage, a card dropped out from the box. She picked it up
and opened it. There was Charles’s handwriting on it: “We can’t meet often but it doesn’t mean we are
not close any longer. We are far apart but it doesn’t mean we don’t miss each other. Our sincere
friendship can break through time and space. My best wishes to you. I wish you happy forever.”

Dolores looked down, her eyelashes trembling. She curled up her lips into a smile. Although there were
not many words, he expressed his feelings by the front part and blessed her in the end. It meant that
he was trying to let go of her.

She truly wished that he could fall in love with Tiana.



Closing the card, Dolores put it on the table. Since there were a pile of gifts, Matthew wouldn’t notice
the card. She also saw the gift from Jeffery. She reached out and picked it up. Opening the box, she
found a photo album in there.

After a hesitation, she opened it. The first photo was a group photo of her family. She saw some people
that she didn’t know on it, who were her grandparents from her mother’s side. They were sitting on
chairs, and behind them stood Jeffery and Jolene. They looked pretty young at that time.

She continued to browse and found Jolene’s photos, some of them were group photos with Jeffery.
Those photos were not taken in the photo studio but were taken in daily life. Through the photos,
Dolores could almost tell what was going on at that time.

Jolene and Jeffery were the only children in the Harris family. Their parents loved each other, so the
children got along with each other very well, too. In the photos, Dolores could tell that Jeffery’s eyes
were full of care and love when occasionally looked at his younger sister.

Jeffery couldn’t let go of Jolene’s death for a long time. It should be because he loved his younger
sister too much so that he had done too many awful things.

Dolores heaved a sigh in depression. Closing the album, she half-lay on the sofa. Fortunately, things
were going in a good way.

The water was still running in the bathroom. She felt quite exhausted. She hadn’t taken a nap for a
whole day. As soon as she lay down, she didn’t want to get up at all. She wanted to nap shortly, but
she fell asleep on the sofa pretty soon.

When Matthew walked out of the bathroom after a shower, he found that Dolores had fallen asleep on
the sofa. He walked over and wanted to carry her to the bedroom. Then he saw the album in her
hands. He picked it up and took a glance. He knew everyone in the photo album, who used to care and
love him a lot in the past.



He had enjoyed everything that was supposed to belong to her. Without any emotional fluctuation, he
indifferently closed the album. When he decided to forgive them, he had made up his mind not to be
tangled with what had happened in the past. Right now, he just wanted a simple life.

His arms went through her waist and legs. He carried her in his arms.

Arriving at the bedroom, he gently put her on the bed. She was still wearing the dress, on the back of
which was a zipper. He didn’t think it would feel cozy for her to sleep in this way. Matthew turned her a
bit, unzipped, and helped her to take off the dress. Although he had been moving gently, Dolores still
woke up. Feeling uncomfortable, she twisted. She opened her eyes and saw Matthew pulling her
dress. Her mind went blank for a moment. Soon, she came back to her senses, pushing him away, “I’m
so exhausted today.”

Matthew continued and said, “Yes, I know.”

Dolores bit her bottom lip and stammered, “Since you know it, why...”

Matthew paused his movement, slowly looking at her, “What are you thinking about?”

Judging from her expression, he knew that she had thought he was doing something else.

Matthew rubbed his forehead and laughed, “It’s our wedding night now. I should do something, but you
are so exhausted. How would I have the heart to do something else?”

Dolores smiled, playing at being cute to him, “Well, please help me put on my nightgown.”

Matthew asked, “This one?”

There was a delicate box on the nightstand, which was a wedding gift from Theresa - a seductive
nightgown with black laces.



Dolores took a glance and shook her head determinedly, “No way.”

“Then, do you plan to be naked?”

Dolores chocked up.

“I just don’t want to wear this nightgown but I didn’t mean to be naked when sleeping.” She glared at
him.

Matthew pinched her cheek, “Don’t you want to wash face either?”

She hadn’t removed her makeup yet. It wouldn’t be cozy for her to sleep in this way.

Dolores lying on the bed lazily, “I don’t want to move at all.”

She was worn out today and didn’t want to do anything.

“I’ll help you. Or you won’t feel comfortable.” Matthew helped her take off the dress, tossed it onto the
bench at the end of the bed, and pulled the quilt over to cover her, “I’ll get some hot water. You should
sleep after a foot massage. It’ll make you less tired.”

Dolores hummed. The red quilt was with delicate patterns, smooth and soft. She tucked herself in, only
exposing her head. She watched Matthew get hot water in the bathroom.

Soon, he came out and lifted the quilt. Dolores slightly huddled up. She only wore lingerie now but she
still couldn’t be used to exposing her body.

“Don’t look at me. Don’t laugh.”

Matthew was speechless.



“Well, your requirements are too much. I can’t do it. We’re an official couple. You belong to me. I can
look at you as long as I like. This is a husband’s rights.”

Dolores choked up.

While teasing her, Matthew carried her into the bathroom. The bathtub was full of warm water with pink
rose petals on the water. Looking at Matthew, Dolores wondered since when her husband had become
so romantic.

Matthew helped her take off the lingerie, “Why are you looking at me like this?”

“Did you put the petals on the water?” asked she.

Matthew pointed at all the bottles and jars in the cabinet on the wall, in which there were all kinds of
shampoos, gels, and skin-care products. There was a glass jar with fresh petals.

“This hotel is quite considerate.” While she made the comment, she felt the coolness on her body. She
couldn’t help but held her arms to cover her bosom, hiding the seductive scene.

“You can go out now. I can take off the rest by myself.” She dodged from his gaze.

Matthew said in an extremely low voice, “I can help you bathe.”

“No, thanks,” Dolores refused.


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