It was Charles who called, and she was inexplicably a little nervous. For some reason, when she thought of Charles, she thought of Lacey.

"You answer the phone then. I'll go back first." Theresa thought Dolores didn't answer the phone because she was around.

Dolores hesitated because she was afraid that Charles would talk to her about Lacey. She didn't want to get into that again.

However, Charles was very persistent. It seemed that Charles wouldn't hang up until she answered the phone. Her phone kept ringing.

Finally, she took a deep breath and pressed the answer button. Soon Charles' voice reached her, "Did you leave today?"

Dolores said, "I will leave tomorrow because of something."

"Then let's meet today," Charles said.

Dolores stood on the roadside. She looked down at her shoes, "I have something to do. I'm afraid ..."

"You're leaving tomorrow. Aren't you going to say goodbye to me?"

Dolores was silent.

"It'll only take a few minutes," Charles added.

After all, they had known each other for a while. Since Charles said so, she couldn't refuse him again and could only agree, "You come to me."

"I'll have someone pick you up. I can't come to you now."

"Forget it then, you tell me where you are. I'll take a taxi there by myself." It would be a hassle and a waste of time to have someone pick her up.

"Wait for me at the villa. I'll be back soon."

Dolores said after a moment of silence, "Okay."

She walked to the side of the road to get a taxi. After waiting for about ten minutes, she finally got a taxi. When she got in, she gave her address.

Half an hour later, the driver pulled up to the villa and Dolores paid for the ride and got out.

Charles notified Amelia in advance. As soon as Dolores got out of the car, Amelia walked towards her. She smiled and said, "Hello, Ms. Flores."

Dolores was familiar with this girl after a few days together. She went to her, "It's so cold outside, why don't you stay inside?"

wait for you here. He said you would come." Amelia smiled and said, "Come inside

was no stranger to this place. After all, she had lived

off her coat and hung it on the coat hanger. The house was warm with air conditioning and

to make coffee, "I didn't think I'd see you

came over with steaming coffee and put it on the table, "Actually,

Charles, she preferred Dolores. She didn't know why, but she found Dolores kind

gloomy, and she didn't

down, but walked towards the fish tank placed at the window, pretending

moving because of her injured feet. Charles got these fish for her to kill time for

fish were indeed rare, brightly colored and peculiar looking. She put her hand in the water and flicked the tail

fish in the water, "Young master feeds these fish

looked up. Would Charles be so idle as to feed these fish every day? Amelia smiled, "Of course, when he's here. Usually, I take care of these fish.

the fish swam

fish only have the memory of seven seconds. It would be nice if people could also selectively forget things." Suddenly,

been here long?"

head, "No, I just

his hand at Amelia, "You guard the door

but finally said nothing and left with

large living room fell silent

and raised an eyebrow, "Do you have any secrets

and didn't

frank, "Yes, I have something to

But, not something secret.

"What's it?"

then." Charles rolled his wheelchair

to the couch. The coffee Amelia had made was still steaming and she picked it up and took a sip. As she put the

for a moment. She didn't say anything. She knew who Charles was referring to. At this point, she preferred

see me," Charles said to himself. Now he did want to talk to someone. Otherwise, he would be depressed, "The doctor said she is in bad mental health.

Lacey could live like a

of her. I think it won't take long

was calm. After one night,

can do it." With Charles' status and position here, it shouldn't be hard for him to punish two bad

"You trust me

that I trust you, but you have

gave a bitter smile, "Are you really going

coffee cup on the table, "If I was going

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