Chapter 845
845:
“No, it’s true, Collin. I really did see your son. He looks exactly like you…”
Before Dustin could finish, the line went dead.
Dustin stared at his phone in shock, then looked hurt. “I’m really not lying to you, Collin. I’ve run into that kid twice now. I’m not lying.”
Half an hour ago, Dustin was still standing at the end of the hospital corridor, waiting anxiously for Dolores.
He felt a ball of nerves twisting inside him, quietly wondering how to even begin the conversation.
Before long, Dolores appeared, arms crossed, her gaze drifting lazily toward the view outside the building. She didn’t look at him as she asked in a careless tone, “What do you want to say to me?”
The moment Dustin saw her, his face burned with heat. He stammered, “I-I just wanted to talk about what happened at the banquet that night.”
Dolores blinked, pretending not to care. “What happened that night? Didn’t we just sleep together? What’s there to talk about?”
Her bluntness hit Dustin like a slap. His eyes widened in shock. “You… you remember?”
Dolores rolled her eyes. “I’m not stupid. Of course I remember.”
She paused, her face growing impatient. “So? What do you want to say? Why are you hemming and hawing like this? I never thought you were the indecisive type.”
𝗖𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗻: gⲁ𝗅ⲛ𝗈ν𝗍𝖊𝗅𝘀․ⅽ𝗈𝗺
Dustin felt a flare of indignation. “I just wanted to see where you stand,” he shot back.
Hearing that, Dolores finally looked straight at him. Her sharp gaze caught him off guard, freezing him on the spot.
“So? Have you figured it out? Do you know what I think? And what about you?” she asked, her voice teasing.
Dustin stood there, dumbfounded. Every time he faced Dolores, his mind turned into a tangled mess. He wasn’t the calm and collected man he usually was in business meetings. Around her, he lost all his footing.
Seeing his long silence, Dolores lost patience completely. “Oh, forget it,” she muttered, turning on her heel.
“Dolores!” Dustin panicked. In a rush, he pulled her into his arms. The second he wrapped his arms around her, all his restlessness melted away.
He smiled without thinking, breathing in the warmth and scent that belonged only to her.
Dolores stiffened for a moment, then felt her cheeks heat up.
Instinctively, she tried to push him away, but Dustin only tightened his hold.
“Dustin! Let me go!” she said firmly.
But instead of letting go, Dustin clung to her even tighter and said stubbornly, “No. I won’t. I’ve wanted to do this for so long. Now that I finally have you in my arms, I’m not letting go, even if it kills me!”
Dolores rested her chin lightly on his shoulder, her hands hovering awkwardly at his waist.
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