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.

and headed to the living room. At that timing, the

table and poured herself a cup of lukewarm water in the kitchen.

water in the middle of the night. Seeing that Dolores

say anything as he passed by her. Dolores noticed his presence,

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

“Hey—“

that she was using that cup, but to her dismay, Matthew

stayed on her face 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 of

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

continued to stare at the floor, pretending that

her face strangely

unfamiliar with each other, so this simple gesture

this on purpose, Dolores still

didn’t know what to make of

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

not willing to

stared at her for a moment before turning

he reached the top of the stairs, he suddenly remembered that she had mentioned going to his company for a job interview and failing to

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 his eyes

the human resources department has denied

he could totally comprehend what he was being told, the line went

time. Why did the president call him for

distorted expression slowly

he purposely disturbing his

complaint to himself. He didn’t dare to delay

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

she still fetched a blanket

the stairs. Seeing that Coral was covering Dolores with a blanket, a subdued emotion that was sharpened by the passage of time slowly overcame

those sheets of papers. There were twenty-two pages in total, and she had translated every page and written them

probably spent the whole night completing the translation. Did this woman never get any

help stealing a glance at

let out a sigh, not knowing what