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

“What are you talking about?” Dolores was even more confused.

Matthew got up from his chair and strode towards her while being silhouetted by the lighting in the room. His footsteps were steady and slow. In the end, he loomed over Dolores and said, “You are still my wife in name, so you should refrain from being intimate with other guys.”

He didn’t care about what led to their marriage. As long as they were a married couple, he couldn’t tolerate being cheated on!

This was his limit, and it was also his dignity as a man!

Dolores couldn’t really process his words. Since when was she being intimate with other guys?

She retorted immediately, “Didn’t you sleep with other women here as well? Should I be demanding on you as your wife too?”

Matthew’s creases on his forehead deepened, “I didn’t sleep with other women.”

Dolores was stunned momentarily. She was sure that Helen had spent the night here yesterday.

Who would believe that they didn’t end up sleeping together?

However, she suddenly realized that whether he did or didn’t sleep with other women, that didn’t have anything to do with her anyway.

Matthew’s expression was getting uglier by the minute. What was he thinking?

Dolores didn’t want their relationship to turn sour. She softened her tone, “I will try to abide by your demands. Then I shall…”

She waved the documents in her hands to indicate her intentions, fearing that she wasn’t already obvious enough.

Matthew mumbled a response, but he failed to conceal the tinge of anger in his voice. He wasn’t mad at Dolores, but instead, he was mad at himself!

Why would he explain himself to her anyway?

Was he crazy?

He was really irked by his response to her nowadays! That feeling of discomfort almost morphed into one of disgust!

Since Dolores had secured a job working at a restaurant, she had to finish translating these documents as soon as possible.

When the clock struck midnight, she was only halfway done. However, her energy was already waning.

headed to the living room. At that timing, the whole villa was shrouded in deep silence. Matthew and Coral were probably sound asleep at

and poured herself a cup of lukewarm water in the kitchen. She put the cup onto

of water in the

didn’t say anything as he passed by her. Dolores noticed

when he saw a cup of water on the table,

“Hey—“

to her dismay,

face for several seconds before shifting to the cup in his hands. Under the faint glow of the light, he saw a

had touched that part of the

just been used by someone else. Coupled with Dolores’

continued to stare at the floor, pretending that

felt her face strangely

other, so this simple gesture of him sharing her cup was a little too intimate

this on purpose, Dolores still felt

lips quivered slightly as he licked his lips. He didn’t know what to make of this situation, so he simply finished the water

the cup onto the table and walked in her direction. He noticed that it

to look at the floor, not willing to raise her head,

stared at her for a moment before turning

a job interview and failing to be

around in his head, he was about to reprimand whoever dared to call him so late into the

resources department

he was being told,

for a long time. Why did the president call

expression slowly

his sleep for

complaint to himself. He didn’t dare to

sight of Dolores sleeping soundly while sprawling forward on the table. There was a huge stack of papers around her, and Coral couldn’t understand a thing written on it. She just guessed that it was probably something related to her work, and she let out a sigh, “You shouldn’t overexert yourself like that without

Dolores’ situation, she still fetched a

Seeing that Coral was covering Dolores with a blanket, a

pick up those sheets of papers. There were twenty-two pages

probably spent the whole night completing the translation. Did this

help stealing a glance

sigh, not knowing what she