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

He knew very well her real personality behind that mask!

At the thought of the documents which was stained by coffee, he headed to his study room to bring it back to the company. He had to make sure a new copy was printed out for him.

The moment he entered the study, he knew intuitively that someone had been here.

Besides Coral and Abbott who had been to his study, there shouldn’t be anyone else who was supposed to be here. Even Helen was never here before.

Who was that intruder?

Did that woman secretly sneaked into his study?

He marched towards his desk and saw a stack of handwritten documents on the table. It seemed like translated text. He took it and studied the words carefully. The words were very orderly and stylish. With a frown, he thought of the possibility that it was being written by that woman.

Did she know how to read the language used by A Country?

Matthew found this hard to believe.

As he was replacing the papers onto the desk and was about to look for that woman to find out what happened, a short memo fell out of the document. There was a short paragraph on it: I’m sorry I have intruded into your study space without your permission. The reason your documents were wet is because of my carelessness. Therefore, I have tried to the best of my abilities to restore your documents. Although I’m not a master at the language of A Country, I managed to translate it into Chinese so that you can read the words. Take this as my compensation for wetting your documents.

It was written by Dolores.

Matthew grabbed the memo hard and reread the contents of that memo a few more times. This memo was handwritten too. His anger at her for selfishly intruding into his study had somewhat dissipated.

He stared at the tidy words and all of a sudden, he was curious about this woman.

Unexpectedly, she knew about this rare language.

Matthew placed the memo on the table and fetched to documents. He was about to depart to the company.

When Dolores woke up, it was already noon. Coral had prepared some dishes for her. She was a little embarrassed at herself for waking up this late.

Coral smiled gently, “It is always vacant here. The young master is never one to sleep past the early mornings. Ever since you moved in here, this place feels a little livelier.”

Ms. White often come here in the

slightly as she pondered, “Was she jealous

than just a simple question, but after she had brought it

by Matthew too. Why did his attitude towards her suddenly take a turn for

for Helen all those years, so what prompted him to fall for her for just a few

come to

guess a woman’s thoughts. She reckoned

included someone like

not to continue to waste her life away like this. She must somehow have a stable job first. She wouldn’t be able to

savings left. Although she didn’t need to spend a lot while

she went

academic qualifications; so naturally, it was hard for her to find a

surmised that she could only look

was a high-class restaurant

was a job that didn’t need someone to have any academic qualifications. As long as she was quick-witted and reactive, she could manage this job. She must make sure she was at least making some money,

who had gone to a university before. She had the sensible and logical soft skills needed to excel at such a job. She was very witty

hire her. She could

least, she had secured a job now. Dolores felt much more relieved compared to before. She exited the restaurant and took a stroll by

remaining lights of the sun cast

walking on the streets. It felt somewhat

“Dolores.”

the source of that voice. She saw Sampson strutting towards her from the opposite

I’m seeing

was astonished to meet him

examined Dolores slightly, “I’m here

of the hospital had been enticing Sampson to work for him, so

must have given you a very rewarding package, no?” Dolores said with

her mother, and this strenuous process had caused her to not graduate from

revealed a warm smile, “It is indeed not too

return to her country, he wouldn’t have stayed no matter how