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

As Dolores stood in front of the door to Matthew’s office, she sucked in a deep breath and after a while, she finally mustered enough courage to knock on the door.

A faint reply came from inside the room, she then pushed the door open...

The decor in Matthew’s office was very modern and simplistic. The color scheme was minimalistic, bringing out his maturity and all-encompassing empathy. On one side was a French window that allowed a generous amount of sunlight to pour into the office. If one were to stand in front of the window they would be able to take in the view of the whole city.

Matthew was busy scanning documents. He didn’t even raise his head in response to his visitor.

Dolores stood in front of his desk and held the translated document out for him to see.

Matthew didn’t accept it, he simply said. “Put that on the table.”

Dolores placed the documents on his desk before attempting to broach the topic of bringing him along with her back home. However, she was struggling to say anything.

Should she just say, Mr. Nelson, can you come with me back to my home for a while? Dolores was sure that she would get rejected instantly if she tried that one.

Matthew probably thought the visitor was Helen as he asked, “What’s the matter?”

He flipped over the document while keeping his head low. His eyes never averted from the documents.

“Mr. Nelson, I want to ask you for a favor,” Dolores said, finally mustering enough courage.

voice, he looked up and saw

as she

her, there was a flash of something in his eyes, but it was fleeting. Her

chair. He slowly scanned her from face to her feet.

favor to ask from

gaze. “Mr. Nelson, have you realized that I’ve been plagued by trouble lately because of

surprised she had actually said

to calm herself down as she continued. “Helen has been making life difficult for me in the company and I think you know very well what she’s been doing, Mr. Nelson. Yesterday, my life was even in danger and it was all because of my current identity as your wife. Therefore, by considering my safety, could you please accompany me back home just this

cupping his forehead while massaging his temples. He didn’t respond for quite a

rooted to the spot as her heart pounded in her chest. She did not know what his response

please come with me back to the

answer was very hoarse and

doesn’t he just directly answer me? Dolores was struggling to ignore her frustrations. She wanted to rephrase her request, but after turning the idea around in her head for a while, she still thought she was being a little inappropriate. As she continued to wrack her brain, her

walked behind his

his hands and shut

prior experience giving massages, so she tried to press on

his skin, she

feel a little uncomfortable; so she

muffled voice answered her

temples on both sides of his face, exerting the exact amount of pressure he seemed to like. His skin was devoid of excess fat and was very elastic. From her perspective, she could take in his well-sculpted face, neck, Adam’s apple, and side profile. It was a very sexy