Entwined Destinies: Captured Hearts

Chapter 9: Apply for A Translator Vacancy

She couldn’t say, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have gotten married to Matthew, and you can’t be together all because of me,” right? Those words sounded so insincere.

Their mothers arranged the marriage, so was there really anything she could do about it?

Matthew glared at Dolores, his jaw set, and took a steady step forward. An oppressive atmosphere permeated the air and Dolores involuntarily took a step back.

“I didn’t mean to upset you?”

Helen gripped his arm. “Matthew, don’t be angry. It’s my fault. I shouldn’t say all those words. You two are newly married, after all. I shouldn’t have come here. You should hurry off to bed, I’ll go back home.”

“You’re not the one who should leave.” Matthew grabbed Helen’s wrist and went upstairs.

Helen’s heart exploded with joy. Although Matthew made it clear he would be with her, he’d never actively proved it to her. Matthew’s action left Helen completely overjoyed. After all, Helen wasn’t the one to be with him that first night. She could only win his heart if she really had sex with him.

Dolores didn’t look up, but just turned and went to her room.

When Helen turned to look back, she saw Dolores’s thin and slender back about to enter her room. It just suddenly reminded her of the woman from that faithful night.

That night, Helen overcame the jealousy and hatred in her heart to find a virgin woman for Matthew. She was already at her tolerable limit in sharing Matthew.

She had paid little attention to the woman, and only saw her thin figure when she left. No wonder Dolores gave off a familiar feeling when Helen looked at her. That kind of feeling didn’t just come out of nowhere.

The woman that night might be Dolores just whenever such an idea came to her mind, her heart throbbed in fear and panic. She couldn’t let Dolores stay with Matthew. She didn’t want to have to see the woman who gave her virginity to him continuously. And she couldn’t let them have too much time alone together in order to prevent Matthew from discovering the truth. After all, Dolores was a woman who was with him that night.

After entering the room, Helen let go of her inhibitions and immediately embraced Matthew’s thin waist, burying her head in his chest and saying tenderly, “Matthew, let me be your woman again.”

As she spoke, she looked up to kiss him, but Matthew hesitated. Despite seeing Helen’s initiative, he didn’t have the desire or drive a normal man should have. Except for that night, he had never thought about making love to her.

Just as Helen’s lips were about to reach his, he turned his head away. Helen did not manage to kiss him.

“It’s already late, let’s go to bed,” Matthew said, tugging at his collar, which was nowhere near tight.

He felt a little restless. He wasn’t sure why, but he did. Perhaps it was because he didn’t have the impulse a man would be expected to have toward Helen, which made him feel abnormal.

Helen’s hands clenched into fists, and her eyes shimmered with tears. “Matthew, is it because you don’t like me-”

“Don’t worry too much about it,” Matthew said, lowering his voice and putting his arm around her shoulder. “You can sleep here tonight.”

Helen was a woman. She understood all too well what it meant if a man couldn’t get excited about her body.

She laid on the bed obediently, but her eyes turned red and puffy. Tears stung her eyes, but she refused to let them fall.

She wanted to speak up about the injustice of it all, but she was patient and didn’t want to make anything worse.

Upon seeing her reaction, Matthew’s heart trembled. That night, she was also that stoic. No matter what he did, she didn’t make a sound.

Thinking about that night, Matthew’s heart melted. He covered her with the blanket and sat on the edge of the bed.

“Don’t worry about it too much. If we’re married, I-I’ll definitely make love to you.”

Helen nodded. She’d been around Matthew for a long enough time she knew his personality well. Even if he didn’t love her, he was a slave to responsibility. And he would certainly be responsible for her.

Matthew took off his jacket and stepped out of the room. He went downstairs and put his jacket on the sofa. He sat on the sofa with his slender legs crossed on the coffee table. His head leaned on the sofa, and he stifled a yawn.

*****

In the early morning, after Dolores finished getting herself washed and changing, Matthew was sitting at the dining table reading financial news. Helen knew him well as she made him a pot of strong, hot, black coffee.

Coral had already finished preparing breakfast. Dolores reduced her sense of presence by not making a sound while sitting at the end of the table and distancing herself from them. She was eating her oatmeal with her head down.

Coral served the fried eggs. Looking at Dolores, who was now like a worthless coward, Coral’s brows furrowed. If Dolores was Matthew’s legal wife, why was she being so humble in front of a mistress?

Coral deliberately raised her voice. “Ms. Flores, you should sit at the head of the table, next to the young master.”

‘Huh?’ Dolores looked up. Matthew put down the financial newspaper in his hands too as he looked at Coral. Dolores and Matthew stared at each other, and they were both stunned. When Dolores thought of the night before when Matthew looked at her so coldly, a haze of icy fear gripped her.

When Matthew was very young, his mother passed away, and it was Coral who took care of him.

He had a lot of respect for her. Thus, the reasoning for Coral’s less formal manner of speaking to him.

For Dolores, the marriage between her and Matthew was just a deal where both of them gained their respective advantages. So, Dolores felt she shouldn’t disturb his private life any more than she had to.

After finishing the porridge, she smiled. “I’ve done eating, please take your time.”Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

From what took place less than twelve hours before, Dolores could tell Matthew cared a lot about Helen, so it was best if she did not cross the line.

She left quickly, as if a tremendous wave of beasts were chasing her.

Matthew looked at Dolores, who was fleeing and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Matthew thought for a while and whispered, “Maybe she doesn’t feel comfortable while I’m here, in the future…”

Matthew put a glass of milk in front of Helen. “She will leave in a month.”

Helen slightly lowered her eyes. A month was far too long for her.

When Dolores went back to her room, she swiped her phone and got a reply from the application she submitted on the job-seeking website. It stated she was invited to go for an interview. After Matthew and Helen left, Dolores left the villa and took a cab to go to the interview venue.

*****

The WY Group Tower was cloud-capped, looking like it belonged to another world.

Dolores stood in front of the tower and took a deep breath before stepping in. Since she hadn’t graduated from university, it wasn’t easy for her to find a suitable job. Hence why she was so excited to have the chance to have an interview for the position.

In the HR waiting room, there were many people all dressed smartly and holding a resume in their hands. It seemed like they were fully prepared for their interview. Whereas Dolores was wearing a white shirt and a pair of jeans. She looked and felt a bit out of place compared to others. She didn’t look like a person interviewing for a job.

She ignored the strange glances continuously falling on her and stood quietly at the side, waiting.

It was nearly an hour before Dolores was called.

Her experiences of washing dishes and delivering newspapers couldn’t be written as relevant work experience. She didn’t have a degree, so there wasn’t much she could put on her resume.

The interviewer frowned after seeing her blank work experience. “How come you know the language of A Country ?”

The question was understandable. After all, it wasn’t a popular language. The job posting had been up for a long time, but there were no applicants at all.

Terrible memories flooded Dolores’ mind and she clenched her hands to push them away. “I lived there before. To be able to communicate better with the people there, I learned the language and words…”

‘This voice…’

With the documents in hand, Helen, who was passing by the HR waiting room, heard the somewhat familiar voice. She peeked her head in and saw Dolores. Her heart pounded violently.