Snare of Love

Chapter 492 Didn’t Her Husband Feel Sorry

Victoria had passed away and she couldn’t change this fact.

The only thing she could do was to carry forward the Forbis family’s Gambiered Canton Gauze and

return it to its original glory.

It shouldn’t have had to disappear from this world because of that one person.

Perhaps, only by doing this her heart could feel better.

Oscar frowned. He didn’t understand what she meant and Dolores also didn’t want to explain it to him.

The matter was too complicated and wasn’t going to be explained in a few words, so she said to him

playfully, “Uncle, don’t frown. It will get stuck like that.”

Oscar liked others to praise him for being handsome and young. Dolores’s words successfully amused

him, “Let’s ask everyone to go out for a meal tonight. I will make the arrangements, how about that?”

As if afraid that Dolores might refuse, he hurriedly added, “This XF textile mill is also on the right track.

Although it is small in scale, it is developing steadily. This should be celebrated. What do you think?”

Dolores didn’t want to dampen Oscar’s hospitality, so she said, “Okay, you arrange it.”

“That’s more like it. These workers should not only be paid appropriately, but should be shown these

kinds of things so they will work even harder.” Oscar said in a low voice in Dolores’s ear.

Although he looked like a sloppy fool all day, he actually was still somewhat capable. It was just that his

personality was like this.

Everyone got off work at five o’clock in the evening. There were as few as eleven people on the third

floor and around twenty on the second floor, making a total of thirty. Oscar had arranged three tables in

a top-class restaurant and everyone was very happy.

The two children were also brought over and now they were sitting next to her and Theresa. Dolores

had handed over all matters of socializing to Oscar, she couldn’t socialize when it came to such

occasions.

On her table, most of the people were from the third floor. Most of the women present did not drink.

Theresa placed the opened white wine in front of Ashton, “If you want to drink then help yourself, no

formalities. There are all women here and no one can accompany you. You can have a couple of drinks

by yourself, but don’t get drunk. No one will care about you if you are drunk.”

Ashton spoke little and didn’t like to drink. He raised his head to look at Theresa and then put the wine

back, “I don’t want to delay tomorrow’s work.”

Theresa raised her eyebrows but didn’t say anything.

The other two tables were not quiet anymore. Oscar had made the atmosphere very lively and men

over there naturally wanted to drink.

Andrew offered some dishes to Dolores, “Mommy, eat more.”

She had already been pregnant for three months and had not gained any weight.

He was losing his head with worry.

Dolores smiled and patted her son’s head feeling like the child had not been raised in vain. No matter

how much hardship she went through, it was all worth it. God had given her such a great present.

Amanda was not to be outdone and served the food on Dolores’s dinner plate, “Mommy, eat more. It

will make the baby grow quickly.”

She was not jealous of her brother. She was going to have to follow her elder brother around to be able

to learn a lot in the future.

“If I eat a lot and become fat and ugly. Won’t you despise me when I take you to school?”

She had read a parenting article in a magazine. She couldn’t remember the specific name of the

magazine, but a specific example told in it was still fresh in her memory. It was a story about a working

mother. Her work was not extremely hard, she just needed to go to the workshop and usually her

mother-in-law picked up her child from school. Once the mother-in-law had something to do and

couldn’t go to pick up the child. So, she had no choice but to take one hour off from her work to pick up

the child. Because she was in a hurry, she wore the factory uniform that must be worn in the workshop. Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

The factory produced machinery and used motor oil, which was hard to avoid from getting on to the

uniform when working there.

She just appeared like that at the kindergarten to pick up her son.

While sitting in the car, the son said to his mother, “Can you wear cleaner clothes when you come to

pick me up in the future?”

Some people would say that this child was being a snob, but some of the experts actually said that the

more the children cared about someone the more they would ask from them.

The child talked about cleanliness, not that she had to wear luxurious clothes but just clean clothes.

The figure of a mother was the symbol of home in the eyes of a few-year-old child. If one didn’t even

care about one’s appearance, then how tidy the house could be?

A woman who loved to be clean and knew how to dress herself, not only she would be self-confident in

herself but her children would also be confident and have the courage to behave that way.

“Mommy is beautiful. Mommy won’t look ugly even if she is fat.” In the eyes of Andrew and Amanda,

there mommy was the most beautiful.

They had grown so much but had never seen her fat.

Dolores smiled and patted their heads.

“Did your husband not come?” An embroidery master asked suddenly.

Dolores usually showed up at XF textile mill and the two children also visited on Sundays, but they had

never seen her husband.

She was curious about her husband and asked. A woman who was working and trying to make a living,

with two children and also pregnant, didn’t her husband feel sorry?

Although, Dolores didn’t really look obviously pregnant, but the older experienced women could see it

at a glance.

Everyone seemed to be interested in this question and turned their eyes towards Dolores.

Dolores was stunned for a while, her mind in chaos. She didn’t know how to answer that question.

Theresa hurriedly smiled and smoothed things over, “Her husband is not in the city. He is very busy

with work so he couldn’t come back in time.”

“Daddy doesn’t even know we are here, right?” Amanda missed her father and didn’t even want to eat.

As soon as Theresa finished explaining, Amanda said this and the atmosphere at the table suddenly

became awkward.

It was clear that someone had lied, but the people believed the child more.

“If we are having a dinner then just eat. Why do you have to ask so much?” Ashton said coldly, “They

say women love to gossip, it is not false. Even a meal is not peaceful.”

There was something in his words that insinuated an attack on the person who started this topic. His

words were not implicit, so she naturally understood and was not forgiving, “What do you mean? I was

just asking out of concern. She is pregnant and has two children. I never saw her husband appear, so I

just asked casually. Why does that make me a gossip woman?”

“You want to pry into her private matters.” Ashton’s gaze was cold as he stared directly at the woman

who was talking. “Aren’t you just curious if she is divorced or whether someone else has interfered in

the marriage? Aren’t you curious about the gossip?”

Indeed, she did think so. In a normal family, no matter how strong the woman was, the husband was

bound to be seen with her sometimes.

Dolores stood up, fearing that it might become noisy and unpleasant. After all, everyone worked

together and conflicts were bound to affect the work, which she didn’t want to see.

She smiled generously at everyone, “Everyone here is a colleague. There is no need to get worked up

with anger to avoid being embarrassed. The thing about my husband is that we don’t really live

together now. It is not a relationship problem; it is a household problem. So, we have decided to take

time and calm down. Thank you so much for your concern about me. Thank you very much for putting

your trust in me and for supporting me. I can’t drink so I will use juice instead. I toast to all of you.”

Charles, who had come there to discuss business, came down from the private room upstairs. When

he was passing the lounge, he heard Dolores’s voice. At first, he thought he had misheard and it was

just his own imagination. But as his gaze turned towards the source, it was indeed her.

She was so conspicuous, standing there in the crowd.

Charles frowned. If she wasn’t in City B, then why was she standing here?