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.

documents and headed to the living room. At that timing, the whole villa was shrouded in deep silence. Matthew and

of lukewarm water in the kitchen. She put the cup onto the table and sat down

felt rather thirsty, so he came downstairs to pour himself a glass of water in the middle of

he didn’t say anything as he passed by her. Dolores noticed his presence, but she didn’t

when he saw a cup of water on the table, he

“Hey—“

that cup, but to her dismay, Matthew was already gulping water from it. She wasn’t able to continue

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

touched that part of

been used by someone else. Coupled with Dolores’ reaction, that

stare at the floor, pretending that nothing

felt her face

so this simple gesture of him sharing her

purpose, Dolores still felt

lips. He didn’t know what to make of this situation, so he simply finished the water in the cup

her direction. He noticed that it was already one o’clock in the morning, so

floor, not willing to raise her head,

stared at her for a moment before turning

job interview and failing to be selected. He felt strange about the whole thing. After

up. He grabbed the phone with annoyance and with a plethora of curse words swimming around in his head, he was about to reprimand whoever dared to call him so late into the

resources department has denied

he could totally comprehend what he was being told, the

a long time. Why did the president call him for such

expression slowly

purposely disturbing his

complaint to

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

understanding Dolores’ situation, she still fetched a blanket and covered Coral with

descending the stairs. Seeing that Coral was covering Dolores with a blanket,

to pick up those sheets of papers. There were twenty-two pages in total, and she had translated every

completing the translation. Did this woman never get

stealing a glance at

a sigh,