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.

living room. At that timing, the whole

and poured herself a cup of lukewarm water in the kitchen. She put the cup onto the table and sat down on the mat while

downstairs to pour himself a glass of water in the middle of the night. Seeing that Dolores was still translating his documents, he couldn’t

by her.

a cup of water on

“Hey—“

her dismay, Matthew was

His gaze stayed on her face for several seconds before shifting to the cup in his

that part of

been used by someone else. Coupled with Dolores’

the floor, pretending that nothing

her face

simple gesture of him sharing her cup was a

on purpose, Dolores

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

and walked in her direction. He noticed that it was already one o’clock in the morning, so he started, “Aren’t you sleeping

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

at her for a moment before turning around

mentioned going to his company for a job interview and failing to be selected. He felt strange about the whole thing. After coming back to his room, he picked up

sleep, so he was a little annoyed when the ringing of the phone woke him 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 night. However, upon seeing the caller’s name, his sense of frustration disappeared without a trace. He rubbed

why the human resources department

he could totally comprehend what he was being told, the

stared at his phone for a long time. Why did the president call

slowly formed on his

disturbing his

of complaint to himself. He didn’t dare to delay carrying out his

Coral woke up to the 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

fetched a

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

papers. There were twenty-two pages in total, and she had translated every

the whole night completing the translation. Did this

stealing a

only let out a sigh, not