Snare of Love

Chapter 37: Don’t Touch Me

Dolores’s brain went blank for a few seconds. Under his gaze, it took quite a moment for her to regain

the presence of mind, “Are, are you okay?” Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

She was instinctively defensive.

Matthew’s sturdy body was crouching above her. The lust flashing in his eyes was very intense and

almost overflowed but he was still forcing himself to restrain, “You thought I have a fever?”

Touched his forehead?

Did she know anyone should not touch him right now?

Especially women!

It was just an instinct. Someone would touch others’ forehead when they were sick. After all, he was

not feeling well, so Dolores treated him as a patient.

“It’s good that you’re fine.” Dolores sensed the danger at that moment and tried to escape from the

position below him.

Matthew moved his body down and pressed her body that was trying to move, “Don’t you need to pay

after using me to gain an advantage?”

His lips were right next to her ear, almost touching her skin. The hot air exhaled when he spoke was

sprayed densely and this made her felt slightly itchy. This kind of position made her recalled the

memories hidden in her heart. That night, the man was also lying on top of her like this, domineeringly

demanding from her…

She was trembling slightly while he was tensing up too.

“Mr. Nelson…I, I’ll bring you to the hospital.” She forced herself to calm down, “I’m a woman who had

made out with another man, I’m sure you won’t be interested.”

Dolores purposely uttered the words ‘I had made out with another man’ clearly.

It seemed to be a reminder, but also seemed to be a method to deliberately make him disgusted.

If he was disgusted, even if he really wanted to fulfill his desire badly, he would be able to bear himself.

As expected, upon hearing those words uttered by Dolores, Matthew’s eyes were having a hint of

coldness. They were still hot but they already lost the intensity.

His fingers fondled her cheek, jaw and he grabbed her neck the next second, yelling angrily, “Are you

involved?”

Dolores shook her head, “No, no, I’m at odds with them, how will I cooperate with them to dig a pit for

you? You’re my backer, I still can tell which is more important.”

A drop of sweat fell on Dolores’s face. Her body stiffened. He was really forcing himself to restrain.

Through the light outside the car, she was able to see the beads of sweat on his forehead.

Dolores tried to move her arm and Matthew did not stop her. She opened the car window and the car

was filled with fresh air. The shady feelings among them became lesser. Matthew’s mind became

slightly clearer.

His voice was hoarse and low, “Call Abbott.”

Finished speaking, he turned and lay at the side. Dolores got herself out and touched his pocket. She

did not know his phone was in which pocket of his clothes. She touched both of them and still could not

feel it, and when she touched his pant pocket, Matthew frowned, “Don’t touch it.”

His voice really sounded that he was restraining himself. He abruptly opened his eyes and stared at

Dolores, “If you continue touching…”

He was afraid that he would not be able to restrain himself.

He held Dolores’s hand and put it on his right pant pocket, “Here.” After saying that, he let go of her

hand and closed his eyes again.

Dolores took out the phone in his pant pocket, searched for Abbott’s number and dialed it.

Dolores got down from the back seat and waited outside the car for Abbott to come over.

It was too unsafe for her to stay in the car.

Who knew whether Matthew’s ability to restrain himself was good or not?

Abbott’s speed was quite fast as he arrived in ten minutes. He then brought Matthew back to the villa.

Initially, Dolores asked Abbott to send Matthew to the hospital as she worried that Matthew’s body

might have health problems.

But Matthew let Abbott send him to the villa.

After returning to the villa, Dolores put a poof of cold water in the bathroom to try to keep him awake.

He was actually awake but he looked like he was not awake.

After soaking in the cold water for more than an hour, Matthew’s limbs felt as if they were chained to

iron shackles. He completely relied on Abbott and Dolores to get him out.

After Matthew was placed on the bed, Abbott looked at Dolores, “I think I can’t help you with the next

thing, I’ll wait outside, call me if you need anything.”

Dolores was speechless.

“Wait, if you leave, then he…” Dolores pointed at the entirely wet man.

What to do?

Abbott shrugged and told her that he could not help, “I definitely can’t do the job of changing clothes, so

it has to be done by you. You’re Mr. Nelson’s legal wife, it’s reasonable that you help him to change

clothes and take care of him.”

Dolores was speechless.

They were nominally reasonable and legal, but…

“I’ll stay outside.” After saying that, Abbott walked out and closed the door. He stood at the door and

shivered. Helping Matthew to change clothes and look at his bare body?

Even though he just simply thought about it, Abbott could also imagine Matthew’s furious face.

Perhaps he would be fired.

Dolores stood by the bed, staring in distress at the man lying on the bed. If the wet clothes were not

changed, he would probably catch a cold.

Change. She looked helplessly at the bright crystal chandelier on the roof and took a deep breath, “The

reason you become like this today is because of me, I really can’t leave you alone.”

She bent down her body, reached out and unbuttoned his shirt one by one. She lifted his arm, took off

his clothes and unbuckled the belt. She then turned her head to pull off his pants and blindly searched

for a blanket to cover his body.

After doing all this, Dolores looked at him. He passed out and seemed to be sleeping quite soundly.

She took the wet clothes and went out. Seeing her come out, Abbott got up from the sofa, “Have you

finished changing his clothes?”

Dolores nodded and handed the wet clothes to Coral.

“Mr. Nelson may need someone to stay by his side tonight. You stay here, call me if anything happens,

I’ll go back first.” Abbott was taking a jacket.

Dolores nodded helplessly and found a dry towel to wipe Matthew’s hair.

After wiping his hair, when she got up to place the towel properly, her wrist was suddenly pulled by

Matthew. With some force, she was pulled and she fell onto the bed. He turned over and placed his

long legs on her body. Dolores tried to push him away but the more she pushed, the greater the force

he used to embrace her.

He tightly circled her slender body and buried his head in her neck, murmuring softly, “Don’t be

afraid…”

Dolores did not dare to move. As his voice was too small for her to hear clearly, she asked softly, “What

did you say?”

But no one answered her.

Later, Dolores felt sleepy and fell asleep on the bed.

Warm beams of light entered through the gaps in the curtains. Matthew’s eyelashes slightly moved and

his eyes opened. He was apparently not adapted to the light due to his all-night slumber. He closed his

eyes and opened them again only after a while.

When he wanted to move, he found that something was pressing against his arm. He turned his head

and realized that a woman was lying in the crook of his arm.

Her black hair was like a waterfall while her eyelashes were thick and curly as if butterflies were staying

on her eyelids. Her cherry-like lips were slightly pursed and her breathing was steady. All these

surprisingly made him felt restless. He gently moved his arm but the moment he moved, Dolores

cooed.

Her body slightly moved and her eyelashes lightly trembled. She then slowly opened her eyes. What

she saw was an impeccable handsome face that was like a carving.

He was still slumbering at the moment.

She thought of something but was then relieved. If he was awake, how embarrassing would it be?

She lifted the blanket and wanted to leave here before Matthew waked up. She got off the ground with

her bare feet and when she turned to cover him with the blanket, she inadvertently noticed something

on his shoulder.

Her breathing instantly paused.

How came he had bite marks on his shoulder?

Dolores’s mind was bewildered yet clear. A shocking thought exploded in her mind!