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

kitchen. She put the cup onto the table and sat down on the mat

himself a glass of water in the middle of the night. Seeing that Dolores was still translating his documents,

by her. Dolores noticed his presence, but she didn’t immediately greet

water

“Hey—“

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

about something. His gaze stayed on her face for several seconds before shifting to the cup in his hands. Under the faint

that part of

just been used by someone else. Coupled with Dolores’

the floor, pretending

her

with each other, so this simple gesture of him sharing her cup

he didn’t do this on purpose, Dolores

to make of this situation, so he simply finished the

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

not willing

moment before turning around and

reached the top of the stairs, he suddenly remembered that she had mentioned going to his company for a job interview and failing to be selected. He felt strange about

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

why the human resources department has denied the hiring of

he was being told,

phone for a long time. Why did the president call

expression slowly formed on his

his

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

situation, she still fetched a blanket and covered Coral with

that Coral was covering Dolores with a blanket, a subdued emotion that was sharpened by the passage

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

night completing the translation. Did this woman never

help stealing a

a sigh,