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

robotic. Each step seemed to change the atmosphere of the

what

be the father of her illegitimate child and make the child

merely a

about it, the more his

lips pressing into a thin line and her body quivered. She walked backward until she ran into a

mean to hide it from you. The marriage was only a short-term arrangement, and that’s why I-I hid it from

seemed to become thick with

covering her abdomen, trying to come up with a plan. “I’m certain that this kind 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,

couldn’t help but notice it. He glanced

tell me about this

but it

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

tremble and she wiped her cold and clammy hands on her shirt. “I-I also just found

yet. She didn’t dare mention the battery of tests she had done in the hospital. She

her pregnancy to cause such a huge commotion. The last thing she wanted was for Matthew to think she was

still very young, but she surprisingly… How

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

and if I do anything out of line, I’ll be entirely at your disposal,” Dolores hurriedly

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

probing eyes, as if he

Knock knock…

door and

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

turned around

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

she 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

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

there was an empty coffee cup

of relief, glad she wouldn’t be pressured

a seat at the dining

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