Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap by Hannah Baker

Matthew frowned and felt like he’d been cheated on.

In the living room, Coral was already up to make breakfast.

Seeing Dolores sitting alone on the sofa in her pajamas, Coral gave her a beaming smile. “Did you sleep well last night?”

Coral assumed Matthew wouldn’t come back last night as he was with Helen. However, Coral had heard a noise in the night so she got and found out that Matthew had come back last night and even slept in his room.

The woman on the couch was the wife of young Master Nelson. And since the marriage was arranged by the late Mrs. Nelson, so naturally, Dolores must be a good woman. The young master was finally married so Coral, who’d been taking care of him for years, was happy for Matthew.

Her tone and expression sounded too obliging and made Dolores uncomfortable.

Dolores’ lips curled into a stiff smile. “Quite, quite good.”

“Then hurry up and change clothes. I’ll prepare breakfast and it will be ready by the time you’re dressed.”

Coral walked into the kitchen and started making breakfast.

Dolores looked down at her pajamas. The clothes she’d brought were still in the room.

Matthew should be done with his shower and have gotten changed already, right?

Dolores stood and headed to the bedroom. She stood in front of the door and knocked softly a few times. No one answered. She knocked again but she still didn’t get a response. Not wanting to still be standing in the hall, she had no choice but to open the door. The door wasn’t locked and it swung open the moment she pushed on it.

However, the moment the door opened, Dolores was greeted by an icy wind that chilled her to the bone as if it were winter in December.

Matthew sat on the edge of the bed coldly staring at a piece of paper.

That paper…

As soon as Dolores saw the paper Matthew was holding in his hand and the mess on the floor, her heart fell and her blood boiled. She experienced total humiliation as her privacy was being completely ignored.

Dolores ran over to him, snatched the paper, and asked, “How can you touch my things without my permission? Haven’t you ever heard of privacy?”

Matthew sneered. “Privacy?”

The way he smiled was particularly creepy, “You married me with a bastard in your belly and now you come lecturing me about privacy?”

but she was

step seemed to change

me, what do

to think. Did she want him to be the father of her illegitimate child and make the child be the first grandchild of the

deal merely a

thought about it, the

line and her body quivered. She walked backward until she ran into a wall with her hands covering

was only a short-term arrangement, and that’s why I-I hid

seemed to become thick

thing definitely can’t be muddled through. If I have any deceitful or wicked thoughts, I swear I’ll die miserably. Moreover, if I cause you any

subtle, Matthew couldn’t help but notice it. He glanced at her covered abdomen before looking back

didn’t you tell me about this

clenched into fists. The child was unexpected for her too, but it was her

and the three of

couldn’t help but tremble and she wiped her cold and clammy hands on her shirt. “I-I also just found it out

She didn’t dare mention the battery of tests she had done in the hospital. She didn’t want to leave the paperwork in the house, as she was afraid Jessica would

thing she wanted was for Matthew to think she was

but she surprisingly… How

dark, and he spoke in a warning tone. “You better be obedient

obedient, and if I do anything

motives. She was already in a difficult

if he was judging the

Knock knock…

of them turned to the door and Coral’s voice called through the

at Dolores and swallowed his anger. “Clean up the floor, I’ll

finished speaking, he turned around and

soon as Matthew left, Dolores’ legs went weak. She braced herself against the wall behind her and held onto a low cabinet while she regained her strength. As soon as she felt strong enough, she squatted down and picked up the clothes scattered around the

saw the ultrasound, tears trickled down her cheeks and dropped on the pictures. She wiped her face and told herself that she couldn’t cry as crying was a sign of weakness. She couldn’t be weak. Her mother and the baby in her belly

and put it in her bag. Then, she changed into her

the dining room and there was an empty coffee cup plate on the

sigh of relief, glad she wouldn’t be pressured into

seat at the dining table and

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