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.

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

in the kitchen. She

thirsty, so he came downstairs to pour himself a glass of water in the middle of the night. Seeing that Dolores was still

as he passed by her. Dolores noticed his presence,

a cup of water on the table, he instinctively picked it up and started

“Hey—“

to remind him that she was using that cup, but to her dismay, Matthew was already

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

that part

that had just been used by someone else. Coupled

the floor, pretending that nothing

felt her face

really too unfamiliar with each other, so this simple gesture of him sharing

purpose, Dolores still felt

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

direction. He noticed that

at the floor, not willing to raise her head, “I’m not sleepy

her for a moment before turning around and returning

remembered that she had mentioned going to his company for a job interview and failing to be selected. He

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 his eyes

the reason why the human resources department has denied the hiring of a

comprehend what he was being told, the

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

expression slowly formed on

he purposely disturbing his

keep these words of complaint to himself. He didn’t dare to

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 let out a sigh, “You shouldn’t

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

that moment, Matthew was descending the stairs. Seeing that Coral was covering Dolores with a blanket, a subdued emotion that was sharpened by the passage of

walked towards her and bent over to pick up those sheets of papers. There were twenty-two pages in total,

night completing the translation. Did this woman never get

stealing a

sigh, not knowing what she