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

Back then, she was sure he was satisfied with her. Dolores knitted her eyebrows and speculated: Did he find someone more suitable for him?

At such a thought, Dolores felt that the circumstances were somehow more acceptable.

At night.

The moment Matthew came home, he immediately shut himself in his room. It seemed that he still had work to attend to.

Dolores had learnt about Matthew’s preferences on food from Coral in the afternoon, and she was ready to prepare dinner for him by herself.

Coral smiled, “This is what a wife should do for her husband.”

Dolores strained a smile while lowering her head. If it was not for the fact that she was at his mercy, she wouldn’t flatter him on her own volition.

Coral let out a sigh, “The madam has passed away a long time ago and the master has remarried ever since. The young master rarely goes back home, but beneath his cold facade, he is actually someone how treasures relationship with others.”

Dolores listened to her intently without interrupting her.

“Ms. White used to save the young master when he was still a child, and later on, she has been following him around. The young master has never liked her, but somehow his attitude towards her takes a turn for the better after that business trip last time. Nevertheless, you have nothing to worry about. You are still his wife anyway.” Coral patted her shoulders as she tried to comfort her.

Dolores strained a smile as she knew well she had no say in who he wanted to be acquainted with. It was his own life after all.

Even though they were husband and wife in name, it somehow never felt like that. They were more like strangers.

She knew very well the real meaning of their marriage.

Dolores sneaked a glance at the study room and recalled the black coffee that Helen had made in the morning. She asked Coral, “Coral, do you know where the coffee beans are? I want to boil him some coffee.”

Coral thought that Dolores was very thoughtful, so she dished out the coffee beans and handed them to her while also putting in some words of advice, “Don’t add any sugar or milk. The young master is not fond of sweet things.”

Dolores nodded and in no time, a freshly-brewed coffee was born. She poured some into a delicate coffee cup and carried it to the study room herself.

In the study room, Matthew was looking impatient on the phone, “What is the matter with the human resources department? Is it that hard to get a good translator?”

a variety of languages, but not the language spoken by A Country because it was not widely spoken. Furthermore, he was handling a new project in that country, so not

him a day. If he

when he was interrupted by that knocking sound. He called out coldly without keeping

her guts tighten. Was he angry for some

had already announced her arrival, she had no choice but to go in even though he might not be in the

widest grin while announcing the reason for her arrival, “I have made some coffee

his gaze on her face before slowly turning it onto the cup of coffee in her hands. He narrowed his eyes suspiciously. Just in the morning, she was avoiding him as if he was a plague, but

woman was really

his phone to its original place and sat down. He watched her intently to find out what this woman

your taste buds.” Dolores placed the

continued to sit there motionless. His body gradually relaxed and in the end, he was lying lazily against his

“Have

reason behind her transformation as he said

didn’t think that he would be able to make

this the reason the Flores family insist to let you

which caused Dolores to feel

her mouth, seemingly trying to

explanation could come

tell him that she was actually

Would he believe her?

“I’m not…”

Matthew flung her

lost her balance and her arm accidentally toppled over the cup of coffee. Black liquid poured out of the cup and

events as she frantically

sheets and bellowed, “I ask you to get out; didn’t you

by her who

Dolores could only leave.

these out too!” Matthew

fetched the