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?”

explain but she

step seemed to change the atmosphere of

me, what do you

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

merely a way to

it, the more his face

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

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

to become thick with eerie

I have any deceitful or wicked thoughts, I swear I’ll die miserably. Moreover, if I cause you any trouble Mr. Nelson, I think you’d

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

tell

so easily. Her hands protecting her abdomen slowly clenched into fists. The child was unexpected for her too, but it was her child, after all. She’d already lost her brother, so she wanted

with her and the three of them could live together just

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

done in the hospital. She didn’t want to leave the paperwork in the house,

didn’t expect her pregnancy to cause such a huge commotion. The last thing she wanted was for Matthew to think she was trying to

was still very young, but she surprisingly…

dark, and he spoke in a warning tone. “You better be obedient for this one month, if I find out you’re

obedient, and if I do anything out of line,

couldn’t gain his trust, she wouldn’t let him doubt her motives. She was already in a difficult situation, and it would be too detrimental for getting

her with probing eyes, as if

Knock knock…

them turned to the door and Coral’s voice called through the door. “Breakfast

swallowed his anger.

finished speaking, he turned

against the wall behind her and held onto a low cabinet while she regained her strength.

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

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

in the dining room and there was an empty coffee cup plate on the table. That

relief, glad she wouldn’t be pressured into spending time

seat at the dining table

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