Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap by Hannah Baker

Dolores stopped, turned around, and saw Matthew walked towards her after letting go of Helen out of his hug. Matthew walked slowly with a cold expression, "Apologize to Helen!"

Dolores didn't move, but looking back at him stubbornly. "I will not apologize to her!"

Even though at this moment, she was afraid of him, she would never apologize to her for something she didn’t do. She didn’t do anything wrong. Helen pushed her first. She just self-protected herself and reacted instinctively! Why should she apologize?

Matthew stared at Dolores’ face and frowned. He realized that he never looked at her carefully, even when he lost his reason and kissed her. She was relatively thin, with a small face that was as large as her palm. She looked very delicate and pure, and at this moment, her eyes are staring at him stubbornly and firmly.

Dolores and Matthew stared at each other and none of them gave in. "If you pushed her, you have to apologize!" His tone was still cold, but less harsh. It seemed that he got shocked by her firm expression.

"Matthew, I'm okay, it's because I'm not being careful. It’s not Ms. Flores’ fault." Helen hurried over to interrupt the confrontation between Dolores and Matthew.

Helen held Matthew and said, “Matthew."

She shook her head at Matthew, with red eyes, looking innocent and wronged, "Matthew, I just couldn’t standstill. Maybe it’s because the heels I wear are too high. It has nothing to do with Ms. Flores." She tried her best to defend Dolores.

Matthew looked down at Helen’s high heels, which were indeed was so high. But he saw Dolores pushed Helen himself. What was going on?

"Matthew, I might have twisted my foot just now, it hurts." Helen's beautiful face wrinkled, which looked so cute.

Matthew stretched out his hand to put her messy hair behind her ears.

Matthew couldn’t help thinking that Helen was the one always being at his side without asking for anything in return, without making any trouble. When he was poisoned and needed a woman, she sacrificed herself without hesitation. Even after they had sex, she still didn't ask for marriage. Instead, she still stayed quietly by his side. It was also at that moment, Matthew wanted to marry her. He didn't love her. He had never loved any woman. He didn't believe in love. His father married another woman after his mother died within one month. There was no love in the world. Love was a ridiculous illusion.

"Are you stupid?" He asked Helen.

Helen slightly snuggled into his arms, "As long as I can be with you, I am willing to do anything. I don't think I'm stupid, I just feel very happy."

look at them. She turned and

secretly. Helen was thinking, Dolores would never

saw her expression. Matthew

quickly

her high heels and said meaningfully, "Don't wear shoes that are too high in

study, and when he reached the door, he

the door of

at the high heels on her feet. What did Matthew mean? Did he care about her? But it seemed

Coral stopped her, "Didn't the young

Coral

please Coral,

the one who took care of Matthew since he was young.

just think that he seems to be in a

accompany him if needed. Ms. White, please don’t bother to come in the future, lest people would say that you

Helen even before Matthew

Dolores, if Helen still came a lot and tried to get close to Matthew, she would be considered as mistress in Coral’s

one liked mistress, especially

Marrying Dolores is not what he wants. You are the one who took care of him when he grows up. Don't you want him to be happy?" Helen tried her best not to shout at Coral. Coral was just a maid. How dared she was to tell

The young master is already married. Is Ms. White going to get involved in other people's

showed good courtesy. She stepped forward

was

door once Helen walked

out of surprise. She slowly turned around and looked at the closed door, her expression changed. She got so angry that couldn’t even control her expression

Matthew stood in front of the window, looking at the expression that Helen had never shown in front