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

Chapter 35

Helen entered the office with some documents in her hands, and when she caught sight of Dolores, a hint of brutality flashed across her eyes.

Was this woman trying to seduce Matthew while she was gone?

Matthew was hers. Dolores should never trespass this area!

She wanted to slap Dolores so much.

However, at this moment, Matthew spoke up instead. “What’s the matter?”

“I need your signature on this document,” Helen hid the brutality away immediately, forcing a smile while answering him.

He grabbed the documents and started to leaf through them. He paused to ask Dolores to leave. “You’re not needed here at the moment. You may leave us now.”

Dolores gave him a small nod before exiting his office.

“Matthew, she—”

“I have asked for her to translate something for me. Is there something wrong with that?” His face was unfazed as he interrupted her.

There were no traces of him lying by looking at his face. He was secretly taking responsibility for what had happened to Dolores recently. He knew full well about Helen’s unfriendly attitude toward Dolores, but he couldn’t do anything to change the situation.

He had some responsibility when it came to Helen.

“No, nothing.” Helen walked over and started to give him a massage. “You can leave such things to me in the future.”

Matthew simply mumbled some response.

*****

After getting off work, Dolores stood by the road next to the building. She saw a black car slowly emerged from the garage and she unconsciously straightened her back. She knew the identity of that person in the driver’s seat.

The black car rolled to a stop in front of her. Abbott wasn’t with Matthew so he was driving himself. The window rolled down and Matthew’s calm gaze came into view.

Dolores was wearing a red dress with a flat collar. Her waistline was accentuated and the dress reached just below her knees. Her pale legs were exposed to the slightly chilly night air.

As she felt his burning gaze, Dolores hastily explained. “I didn’t want to be dressed too casually and embarrass you. After all, I am still your ‘wife.’ ”

She was deliberately giving the explanation because she was afraid Randolph would see through her lies and realize they didn’t love each other.

During afternoon break, Dolores had specifically returned to the villa and picked out the particular dress. She’d never worn it before. It was given to her by Sampson on her eighteenth birthday.

Dolores was always fair-skinned and the bright red colored dress was able to emphasize her skin’s contours even more. Her collar bones were sculpted and her neck was without any excess fat. She exuded charm.

She was a sight to behold.

A faint glint appeared in Matthew’s eyes and he dully said “Get in the car.”

She sat in the passenger’s seat while thinking about what would happen next. Since they were returning to the Flores family home, she had to put on her best performance.

Matthew was strangely too calm and Dolores couldn’t guess what was on his mind at all.

Could it be that her attire was not appropriate? She rarely wore anything that stood out like the bright red dress. Back then, Sampson had commented that it suited her very well.

window, the shadows moved ambiguously across

and distant, just like their relationship; so near, yet so

voiced her concerns. “Is my dress not

knuckles turned white as he gripped the steering wheel, but his fingers jerked up slightly. He shot

in her body a

spoke for a while and a blanket of oppressing silence hung

immaculate. It was another sight to behold. His fingers had the same impact on

gaze was

she’d been staring at him for some time. She instantly shifted her gaze elsewhere and

a devious smile. “Is my face more

hear

criticizing him furiously in her heart. Where did his aloofness and nobility disappear

did he suddenly

stopped in front

preparing the dishes for dinner. The scale and quality of the food were very

is home,” the maid arrived

he warned them in a low tone. “This is

suppressed the anger in her heart as she straightened his suit. “You have nothing to worry about. We’ll never talk back or retaliate, even if she comes at us with fury. As long as she lends you a hand in

of his sentiments toward her in the past. “When the crisis in the

approval, Randolph went to the door, wanting to

next to Matthew, holding the contract regarding the piece of land in

glance at her and held out

suit and together

so honored you could join us

his usual arrogant and entitled

he just nodded slightly while

Matthew wasn’t going to banter with him and ease the tension in the air.

losing face and

“He’s

his expression as he

smile. “You’re finally here. Come sit down. Lola, you would never have thought that your dad asked me to prepare a scrumptious meal after he learned you were coming for dinner today. I hope

face. They were just putting on an

not an outsider, you don’t have to stand on

on Matthew’s arm. She

to suppress the resentment in her heart. She continued with her fake

“You’re indeed right.”

into her seat, still holding on to Matthew’s arm. Beulah and Annabelle sat opposite

red dress and delicate make-up. Despite being so young, she had a mature and flirtatious look at the moment. Dolores sneaked a scornful glance at Annabelle

why are you

eyes twitched slightly as he pondered Dolores’

such a heavily made-up face and, although both of them were wearing a red dress, Dolores, who had light make-up, looked infinitely better than her sister. She was a

her head. Beulah was holding Annabelle’s hands under the

nowhere near lunch anymore; you guys are probably

Matthew, but he couldn’t settle on a suitable topic. From the moment Matthew set foot in

some food and place it on Dolores’ plate in a show

who never garnered his attention, was the apple of

never intended to only have dinner

on the table and raised her voice. “This is what you always wanted. Since I’ve brought this here,

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