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Snare of Love novel Chapter 567

Dolores paused and looked back.

Marina was silent for a moment and continued, “Is there any possibility for you to change your mind? You used to get along well with Noah. Don’t you treasure your friendship at all? Do you want to cut the ties with us completely?”

Dolores didn’t know, and she couldn’t answer her questions now.

“I must go now.” She turned around again.

She wanted to leave those matters to the time. If time could cure everything, she wished that all her unhappiness would be faded as time went by.

Marina felt quite depressed. Both her husband and son cared about Dolores, but she was too ruthless. Although Jeffery did make a mistake, he turned himself in. Why couldn’t her heart be softened?

“Whenever Noah called me, he always asked about you. I didn’t know how you were doing, but I lied to him that you were doing good and asked him not to worry. He kept asking about you because he cared about you as a family. Whenever I visited Jeffery, he also asked me if you had come back to town and been reconciled with Matthew. They both cared about you, but you don’t care about them at all. I truly feel disappointed.”

Dolores didn’t respond to her at all, striding out of the cafe.

She had heard Marina’s words. Her heart wasn’t as cold as a stone. She had feelings and thoughts. How couldn’t she be touched?

However, she hadn’t decided how to get along with them yet. In her heart, there was something that she still couldn’t let go of.

Since Marina asked her for clear answers, Dolores didn’t think she could do it. Even if she answered, it would be against her will. She couldn’t forgive or accept them truly.

The driver was waiting for her outside the cafe. He was afraid that Dolores couldn’t find him so he dared not to leave.

Seeing Dolores come out of the cafe, he immediately walked over. He could tell that she looked annoyed, so he asked, “Mrs. Nelson, would you like to go home now?”

“Let’s go downstairs.”

Although Marina ruined her mood, Dolores still remembered what she wanted to do.

The driver followed her.

After getting alone with Theresa for a long time, Dolores knew her size and style of clothes. She walked through several stores and got some for her. It was summer, Theresa needed to change clothes every day.

The driver followed Dolores while holding the shopping bags. She wanted to buy the underwear for Theresa, but it was inconvenient for the driver to follow her in, so she asked him to wait outside of the lingerie store.

She walked in, realizing that Theresa didn’t have nightgowns and pajamas, so she went over to browse them. Other customers were browsing the nightgowns as well.

“Tiana, look. How do you like this one?” A woman was showing a set of seductive lingerie to her daughter.

Tiana blushed. “Mom, this one is too exposed. How could I wear it?”

Upon hearing the voice, Dolores looked over. When she saw the girl’s face, she confirmed who she was. She felt familiar when hearing her voice so she looked over. It turned out to be Charles’ wife, Tiana.

She wondered why Tiana was in City B.

Was Tiana from City B?

It seemed that Charles didn’t mention Tiana was from White City. It was a small city, and the White family was the most important one there. Charles said that the Meyer family could help his career, so the Meyer family should be either rich or powerful. Otherwise, Charles wouldn’t have chosen to get married to the daughter from this family.

“Exposed? All men like this style.” The woman pulled her daughter and asked, “Tell me honestly. Have you slept together?”

Her daughter was still childish. She was afraid that Charles married her daughter only because of their family background.

Charles couldn’t walk but he was handsome and capable. A lot of ordinary people couldn’t compare to him.

She was quite clear -- if her daughter weren’t from their family, Charles wouldn’t have married Tiana.

Tiana blushed more. “Mom, what are you talking about? We’re a couple. Of course, we sleep together.”

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