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?”

Dolores wanted to explain but she was suddenly

steps seemed almost robotic. Each step seemed to change the atmosphere of the room. Then an

me, what do

think. Did she want him to be the father of her illegitimate

merely a way to

thought about it, the

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

only a short-term arrangement, and that’s why I-I hid it from you.

tone seemed to become thick with

of 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 trouble Mr. Nelson, I think you’d have many ways to

notice it. He glanced at her covered abdomen

didn’t you tell me about this

believe her 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.

with her and the three of them could live together just like in the

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

in the hospital. She didn’t want to leave the paperwork in the house, as she was afraid Jessica would

huge commotion. The last thing

but she surprisingly…

warning tone. “You better be obedient for this one month, if I find out you’re

I’ll be obedient, and if I do anything out of line, I’ll

she 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 things back if she had

at her with probing eyes, as if

Knock knock…

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

staring at Dolores and swallowed his anger. “Clean up

turned around and left

low cabinet while she regained her strength. As soon as she felt strong enough, she squatted down and

dropped on the pictures. She wiped her face and told herself that she couldn’t

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

the dining room and there was an empty coffee cup plate

a sigh of relief, glad she wouldn’t be pressured into spending time with

a seat at the dining table and ate

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