Just as Sampson Herbert was about to remove Dolores Flores’s pants, her cell phone in her pocket suddenly rang.
Sampson swiftly pulled out the ringing phone from her pocket, and the screen displayed Samuel’s name.
It was a call from Samuel Flores.
Sampson stared at the screen, gripping the phone tightly. He hesitated for a moment before answering the call, fearing that not doing so would raise unnecessary suspicion.
“Hey, Mommy, why haven’t you come back yet?” Samuel’s voice came through.
Sampson slowed his voice down to sound calm. “Your mommy went to the bathroom. She’ll be back soon.”
“Oh, it’s Sampson. Please tell her to come back early. Simona is looking for her, and she won’t sleep.”
“Got it.” Sampson immediately hung up the phone after finishing his response.
Dolores, lying on the sofa, fluttered her eyelashes. She seemed to hear someone talking, but her eyelids were heavy, preventing her from opening them.
Sampson placed the phone on the table and pulled his hand back abruptly.
He had been ready and had made his decision, but Samuel’s interruption left him at a loss, unsure where to proceed from here.
Sampson’s gaze remained fixed on Dolores, taking in her alluring figure. Soon enough, his desires stirred once again.
He had desired this woman for many years.
“I’ll treat you right,” Sampson muttered, clenching his hands as if to reassure himself. Then, after regaining his composure, he reached out to remove Dolores’s pants.
Sampson’s hands were cold, and when he touched Dolores’s skin, she sensed something.
She felt a chilling sensation.
“Mmm…”
She opened her eyes.
Sampson panicked and quickly covered her up upon hearing the noise.
Dolores awakened.
“What are you doing…”
As she spoke, she realized her clothes were unbuttoned and removed, leaving her bare skin exposed, along with her underwear.
Boom!
Dolores was speechless.
She scrambled to her feet, clutching herself, filled with disbelief as she stared at Sampson in shock. “You…”
“I…” Sampson wanted to explain, but words failed him.
Dolores took a moment to compose herself, finally grasping the situation.
She couldn’t believe that Sampson would do this to her. But the evidence was right in front of her.
The person she respected and never wanted to hurt was treating her…
“Get out!” Dolores cried out hysterically.
Heartbroken, humiliated, and disappointed, she felt suffocated.
“You have to listen to me…” Sampson attempted to explain.
Dolores sneered, “The evidence is right in front of me, what more is there to explain?”
“I…” Sampson gazed at her disappointed expression, pursing his lips. He chose not to explain and instead said, “I’ve protected you for so many years. I just wanted to have your body once.”
“What are you talking about?” Dolores was heartbroken.
“You’re not a virgin anymore, and you’ve even given birth to two children. So why pretend to be innocent?” Sampson leaned in and hugged her. “I’ll marry you. I’ll treat Samuel and Simona as my own children…”
“Get away.” Dolores tried to push him off. “Let go of me.”
“It’s too late.” It had come to this point where Dolores would hate him no matter what.
Since that was the case, he would simply go through with it.
“Let go of me. Let go!” Dolores struggled frantically, attempting to break free from his embrace.
There was a significant difference in strength between a man and a woman. Even if Sampson wasn’t physically strong, his power far surpassed Dolores’.
Dolores couldn’t push him away.
Sampson pressed her onto the sofa, carelessly kissing her face, hair, and neck.
Dolores turned her head away and noticed the wine bottle on the table. She reached out, grabbed it, and smashed it against Sampson’s head.
…
Bang!
A bright red liquid dripped down his hair, staining Dolores’s body with the strong scent of wine.
Sampson was incredulous that Dolores had struck him.
He felt a tingling sensation in his head. If it weren’t for the wine masking it, blood would be running down at that moment.
And the smell of blood.
Caught off guard by the sudden attack, Sampson stumbled and fell to the ground.
Dolores only thought of escaping and didn’t even spare a glance at him. She quickly zipped up her pants, gathered her clothes, and rushed out of the room.
She stumbled along the way, occasionally looking back to check if Sampson was chasing after her.
Sampson endured the pain and chased after her from the room, calling out, “Lola…”
Fear gripped Dolores as she heard Sampson’s voice. She ran even faster, unaware of her surroundings. In her haste, she collided with someone at the doorway.
She hugged herself, apologizing, “I’m sorry. Excuse me, please.”
The person didn’t move aside but instead reached out and lifted her chin.
When their eyes met, they were both taken aback.
Dolores asked, “Why you?”
Matthew Nelson didn’t respond; he simply stared at her. Her clothes were unbuttoned, and her underwear would be exposed if she didn’t hold her clothes tightly. There were red stains resembling blood on the white fabric. Her hair was disheveled, tears stained her face, and there were wine stains too.
Her pants were still on, and further down, a pair of bare feet.
The high heels she wore were not suitable for running, so Dolores took them off when she saw an opportunity to escape.
Matthew was taken aback, his eyes fixed on her.
He swiftly removed his clothes and draped them around her, then lifted her gently and placed her in the car.
Dolores huddled in her seat, her mind filled with fear.
Matthew started the car and drove away quickly.
His expression revealed his seething anger.
Just then, Matthew’s phone began to ring.
He grabbed the phone and immediately hung up without even glancing at the screen.
The phone rang again as he placed it down, as if it wouldn’t stop until he answered it.
Reluctantly, he answered the call and heard a male voice say, “Are you here yet? We’re waiting for you.”
“I’m not coming,” Matthew replied.
“We finally got the chance to gather together. How can you not come over…”
Matthew hung up before the man could finish his sentence and threw the phone onto the central console.
Rubbing his temples, he was about to ask Dolores what had happened when his phone rang again.
Matthew lost his temper and erupted in anger. He picked up the phone and shouted, “I said I’m not going! Are you deaf? Can you hear me?”
Abbott Baron jumped in surprise. What had happened? Had he somehow angered Matthew?
“I was just asking. I’ve purchased that car. Do I need to send you the keys?” Abbott cautiously inquired.
Matthew had heard from Terry Holmes previously that Dolores wanted to buy a car. So he had asked Abbott to find out which model she preferred and bought it for her.
“Just keep it for now,” Matthew responded curtly. He turned off the phone and set it aside, determined not to let anyone disturb him.
They arrived at Matthew’s place at that moment.
It wasn’t his villa but rather a hotel near his company. He had a room there that he had leased long-term.
Whenever he was too busy, he would retreat to this place for rest, given its proximity to his company.
Coral was at Matthew’s home. If he brought Dolores there, Coral would have plenty to say.
At the moment, Matthew simply desired peace and quiet.
He didn’t want to be bothered by anyone.
Parking the car, he carried Dolores in his arms.
They entered the hotel and rode the elevator.
Dolores buried her face in Matthew’s chest, remaining silent as if she hadn’t fully recovered from the shock yet.
Once they reached the room, Matthew gently placed her on the bed.