Snare of Love

Chapter 5: Bridal Night

Dolores seemed to know what Coral was thinking. She did not do any explanation but just smiled at her

instead. It was just a bargain between her and Matthew and she had no right to ask about his private

life. She actually felt slightly more comfortable without his presence.

Dolores entered the room and could see the overall furnishings of the bedroom. The decoration style

was unique with black and white color tone. It was simple and tidy, luxurious but not dull, with a touch

of elegance. “This is Mr. Nelson’s room.” Coral smiled. Since they had married, they should stay

together. Dolores opened her mouth and realized she could not say a word. She then nodded as a

reply.

She found it hard to fall asleep during her first night at a strange place. She then leaned against her

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

a steady life, take good care of her mother and give the child in her tummy a future after getting a job.

She was shocked to find someone hiring translators. It was common to hire translators but what was

rare was the employer was looking for someone who knew the language of Country A. Country A was

the country she was sent to by Randolph. It was a backward tropical country and there was not many

people learning the language of the country. Language that was most commonly used in the world was

all language from more developed and capable countries.

The salary and job treatment were good. She then left her personal information and put down her

phone, lying down and slept. The moonlight was shining across the window like silk in the silent night.

The woman on the bed had slowly fallen asleep and a flash of white light was shot into the yard when a

Maybach car came in and stopped. The car door was opened and a towering figure got out of the car.

He strode into the house and the landing of his feet was not firm as usual, as if he was walking on

clouds.

He jerked his collar and felt his mouth slightly dry. He entered his room and poured a glass of water.

His Adam’s apple rolled frequently as he gulped down the water and there was a slightly drunken look

on his face. After finishing the water, he could finally relieve much of the burning sensation on his

throat. He had drunk quite much white wine at a dinner party and few glasses of red wine when

celebrating Helen’s birthday. It turned out he who was good at drinking had become slightly drunk.

He removed his jacket and tossed it onto the couch. He went straight into his room without going to the

bathroom. The light was not switched on in the room and it was dark. Being familiar with the position of

the bed, he lied straight down onto the bed. Dolores who was asleep sensed the commotion, but she

quickly settled down and continued to sleep while cuddling herself.

The break of dawn soon arrived. The first light resembling fine shiny threads soon shone the room

bright. Both people were sleeping soundly like a sweet couple. The man’s eyelashes trembled and he

slowly opened his eyes. Due to the hangover, he felt his head heavy and he needed to take a shower

to refresh himself. As he was going to raise his arm and get up, he realized his arm was holding down

by something. He turned sideways and saw a woman lying in his arms.

The woman had long black hair that cascaded onto his arm. Her face was pale and her eyelashes were

curvy like butterfly’s wings. Her rosy mouth was slightly opened and she was letting out regular

breathing sounds. His eyes moved downwards slowly and fell onto her thin neck and delicate collar

bone. Her breathing sound went up and down and was actually kind of attractive. He could not help but

swallow. He did not have the impulse even when he was encountering Helen. He wrinkled his

eyebrows and seemed to be unhappy of his uncontrollable body reaction, yet he could not move his

eyes away.

In Dolores’s dreams, she saw herself in the middle of Africa grasslands. A fierce lion was staring

straight at her as if wanting to engulf her. She was then awoken by the dream. Yet the moment she

opened her eyes, what entered her line of sight was a pair of deep eyes that was pretending to be

calm. Her mind went blank instantly. She immediately widened her eyes and covered her chest while

staggering. “Why, why are you here?”

The man retrieved his eyes calmly and slowly lifted the blanket off. “This is my place.” Dolores wanted

to retort, yet upon seeing the surrounding of the room, she swallowed her words. “Weren’t you

celebrating your girlfriend’s birthday? Why did you come back?” She got down the bed and stood at the

side. There was a questioning tone in her voice.

Coral told her yesterday that he would not come back therefore she had let down her guard and was

heavily asleep. Yet it turned out that she did not even realize he had entered the room. She had

actually slept with a man in the same room yesterday. Having thought that she was sleeping in his

arms last night, her face went burning. She lolled her head. Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

Matthew started to unbutton his shirt. He did not take off his shirt last night. There was still alcohol

smell on his shirt and he felt uncomfortable with the shirt being all wrinkled sticking onto his body. He

glimpsed at the woman who panicked beside the bed and let out a playful smile. “Could my girlfriend’s

birthday be more important than bridal night?”

Dolores went speechless at once. It was only a bargain and they were not true husband-and-wife, how

could there be any bridal night? Matthew took off his shirt and Dolores quickly turned away. She

secretly complained that the man actually did that in front of her. Ever since she had experienced that

night, she was exceptionally disgusted by men, especially being in close contact with them. She was in

a panic. “I, I’ll go out now.” After saying that, she rushed out of the room.

Matthew did not pay his attention to that. He untied his belt and walked into the bathroom. He needed

to take a shower to refresh himself. The splashing sound of the water was heard from the inside of the

bathroom and after about one hour, water vapor diffused out together with the fragrance of the

shampoo. After taking a shower, his short black hair was wet and untidy. His lean body was covered by

a white bathrobe and his tan skin could be seen from the gap near his chest, displaying his masculine

charisma that could not be underestimated.

He strode towards the closet and opened it. As he was going to take his clothes, he discovered a

strange bag printed with a sunflower picture. His movement froze. Did that belong to that woman? And

there was even a flower on it. Why was that woman that childish? And she was bold enough to actually

put her thing into his closet. He frowned and took out his clothes. After wearing it, he put back the

clothes hanger but accidentally knocked her bag down.

The bag was unzipped and the things inside all dropped out. There were some simple clothing and

daily necessities. As he crouched down and wanting to pick them up, he saw an ultrasound scanning

picture. Dolores’s name was on it stating she was already pregnant for six weeks. That woman had

become pregnant?