Snare of Love

She held the doorknob, twisted, and gently pushed the door open. Then she saw Jessica sit on the bed sobbing softly.

Dolores walked in and closed the door. Hearing the noise, Jessica hurriedly wiped her face. "Why aren't you keeping an eye on those two fellows outside? What are you doing here?"

"I came to check on you." Dolores reached out to hug her. "Mom, let's forget what has happened in the past, shall we?"

Pressing her face on Jessica's shoulder, she added, "I'll support you when you are old. When I'm old, I'll ask Samuel to support me..." "What are you talking about?" Jessica patted her daughter on the back. "You are still young. I think Dr. Herbert is a good choice indeed." Dolores scratched her hair. She was always afraid that Jessica would say so.

"Lola..."

"Mom."

Dolores knew what Jessica was going to say. In fact, she did plan to accept Sampson, but it seemed to be impossible now.

If she would look into the truth of her car accident in the past, she could never be with Sampson.

"Mom, Sampson's mother has ever come to me before."

"What?" Jessica was quite shocked. Holding her daughter's shoulders and looking at her, she asked, "What did she come to you for?"

Dolores pursed her lips, wondering how to make her mother dispel her thoughts. Then she said honestly, "It was six years ago. She saw Sampson and me together, so she mistook that we were in love. Later she deliberately came to me and told me that I was not suitable for her son. She said based on his background, he should find someone who could fit him in terms of the identity and background."

Jessica's lips parted, but she couldn't utter a word for a long time.

Finally, tears fell from her eyes again.

"Mom, why are you crying again?" Dolores reached out to wipe her tears.

She tried so hard to distract her mother's attention.

Why did she start crying again?

"How could I be not upset?" At the thought of that Sampson's mother went to Dolores and humiliated her, Jessica felt depressed. "If it weren't for me in the past, you..."

"Mom, shall we stop talking about things happened in the past?" Dolores knew what Jessica was worried about. She explained to her mother patiently, "I don't like Sampson. Even if I marry him, I wouldn't be happy. Mom..."

Dolores held her hand. "You want me to be happy, don't you?"

"Of course." Jessica wished her daughter would be happy even when in her dreams.

Dolores was still so young. Jessica prayed that there would be a good man to love her.

"Do you believe me?" asked Dolores again.

"Yes, I do." Jessica looked at her daughter. "You are the best in my heart."

She watched her daughter struggled bit by bit until reached her current status today, through which her daughter had difficulties and suffered. Now Dolores finally had her own career.

In Jessica's heart, her daughter was the most capable woman.

"If you do believe me, please don't worry about my marriage. Things will work out eventually." Dolores grasped the chance to convince Jessica.

She didn't want her mother to keep worrying about her marriage and nagging about it all day long.

She had pressure and so did Jessica.

Dolores didn't want Jessica to blame herself as her mother always thought what happened to them was all because of herself.

"Mom, look. I'm only 24 years old. I'm still quite young and there's a long way for me to go. Perhaps I could meet a man who never cares that I'm a single mother and is willing to take care of Samuel and Simona with me."

Jessica was not certain. "Are you sure you'll meet such a man?”

Who could predict what would happen in future, anyway?

"Probably. If you kept nagging about it, I'll feel stressed. I can't find someone at random. The man I'll marry must be able to accept Samuel and Simona. Otherwise, I wouldn't consider about him." Dolores always wanted to let Jessica knew clearly what was on her mind today.

Jessica knew how important those two kids to Dolores. Back then, she was even willing to give up her own life to keep the kids, so Jessica could understand their importance to her.

"OK, I won't nag about it anymore in future. If the fate came, your Mr. Right would appear naturally." Jessica stroked her daughter's hair. "I won't give you any pressure."

Through Sampson's case, she also realized something.

With Dolores' status, even if there would be a man who liked her, his family might be a big difficulty to conquer.

Who would be willing to let their son marry a single mother with two kids?

She could understand why Sampson's mother disagreed. Naturally, men from such kind of families would definitely find someone matched for marriage.

But, Jessica still felt sad for her innocent daughter.

Upon hearing Jessica's promise, Dolores breathed felt a lot of more relaxed. She had felt so stressed when Jessica kept nagging about her marriage all day long. She even had lost courage to chat with her mother, afraid that Jessica would talk about this topic.

Now everything was settled.

Right then, the doorbell rang. Dolores stood up. "It might be the pizza delivery."

She walked out from Jessica's room and opened the door. It was indeed the takeout deliveryman in a yellow uniform.

"Hello, Ma'am. Takeout delivery for Dolores Flores."

"Yes. Thanks."

"Please sign here."

Dolores signed her name on the receipt form and tipped the deliveryman. Taking two boxes of pizza back to the house, she put them on the dining table. "Samuel, Simona, go ask Grandma to come out for dinner. I'll pour the milk for you guys."

"OK." Samuel answered, holding his sister's hand. They walked towards Jessica's room together.

Dolores turned back and looked at her son, smiling.

Jessica was pretty down today. If Dolores went to her, she was afraid her mother wouldn't come out. Hence she asked the two kids to call her instead - Jessica wouldn't refuse her grandchildren. Dolores poured the milk and brought the glasses on the dining table. She also got their dining plates ready.

Then she opened the pizza boxes.

Samuel and Simona walked out with Jessica, holding her hands on either side.

Dolores pulled the chairs for them. She knew that Jessica would certainly come out for dinner as long as the two kids called her.

"Simona, we'll eat pizza today. I didn't cook," Dolores explained.

Jessica took a glance on the table and saw two huge pizzas, which should be enough for them. "Our Simona is really a foodie," she teased her granddaughter.

Simona wondered if that was a compliment or a complaint. Blinking, she asked, "What is foodie?"

"It means you have good taste in food, you are good at eating, and you can do nothing but eat," Samuel explained to her.

Simona blinked. "Then that's a compliment, isn't it?"

"Yep."

Casting a glance at his sister, Samuel heaved a sigh secretly.

This little girl always expected to be praised by others.

"Wow," Simona exclaimed excitedly. "Then, Samuel is a big foodie. He can do nothing but eat.”

Samuel was speechless.

Jessica was amused by the two kids, and the depression in hear heart disappeared.

"Grandma said you are a foodie." Samuel put a piece of durian-flavored pizza in his sister's plate.

"I know. You are a foodie, too. I'm praising you." Simona took over the pizza passed by her brother and took a bite. She commented happily, "Yummy!"

Samuel stared at his sister helplessly. He asked Dolores, "Mom, who does Simona follow?"

The room became silent for a few seconds.

"I'm your mother. Of course she follows me." Dolores put a glass of milk in front of her son. "Don't talk while having meals."

Samuel pursed his lips.

After dinner, Dolores cleaned up the dining table. Simona asked Jessica to take her out for a walk. Sneaking into the kitchen, Samuel held Dolores's legs and acted like a baby, "Mommy, could you give me the tablet and the smart-watch please?"

"Tell me, did you do wrong?" Dolores looked down at her son.

Samuel became disappointed. "Forget it if you don't want."

It was impossible for him to give up the idea of revenging on that man who cheated his mother.

Besides, he just humiliated that man, which was nothing compared with that he had abandoned them.

They were still suffering a loss.

Releasing Dolores, Samuel trotted back to his room.

Dolores wondered whose temper Samuel followed.

She heaved a sigh, put down the glass in her hands, and dried her hands. She wanted to have a conversation with Samuel. The knot about Matthew in his heart was too tight.

Dolores felt somewhat uneasy about it.

When she reached the door of her son's bedroom, her cell phone in the pocket suddenly rang. She pulled it out and saw the caller ID. She inhaled deeply.