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

Dolores's attitude was extremely tough, and she had already stated very clearly that she would still leave if he wasn’t coming over.

She was already mad at the fact that Abbott investigated her. Besides, Matthew threatened her with her children too. She was pissed, and now Abbott refused her request.

It would be weird to have a good attitude in this situation.

When Abbott heard her words, he dared not be absent.

He was so fast that he appeared at the door in less than ten minutes. He must be staying somewhere near the hotel.

When Dolores heard a knock on the door, she opened the door. Abbott was standing outside the door and smiling slightly, "Ms. Flores..."

Dolores ignored him. She turned into the room, pointed at the pile of medications on the table and told him how to use it.

Abbott frowned, “What did you say?”

Matthew was injured?

How was that possible?

Abbott obviously didn’t believe her.

Dolores didn't have time to talk nonsense with him, "If you don't believe me, go check him out yourself. I'm going back now."

She opened the door and went out after finishing her words.

Abbott stood by the bed and walked back and forth twice. He couldn’t help wondering how Matthew got injured.

At last, his curiosity took over his reason. He reached out his arm and pulled the quilt that was on Matthew, hoping to see what exactly happened. However, before he could lift the quilt up, the man with his eyes closed originally suddenly opened his eyes. "What are you doing?"

Abbott, "..."

“I, I heard that you got injured...”

Matthew slapped his hand away and looked around the suite. He was alone here, and he began to frown,” Where’s that woman?”

Abbott could see Matthew’s doubt and asked, "Are you looking for Ms. Flores?"

He remained silent, as if he had acquiesced to it.

“She called me this morning asking me to come over, and she left immediately.” Abbott was still staring curiously at him after he finished his words.

It was obvious that Dolores was here last night. Could it be that Matthew force himself on her, so she resisted and stabbed him?

The more Abbott thought of that, the more likely it was.

He was stabbed by this woman?

was rejected by Dolores last night, and he couldn't help

are you laughing at?” Matthew

his smile and said solemnly, "Mr. Nelson, how did you get hurt? Was it

"..."

face, “Get out! Go get clean

He was really rejected?

Abbott wanted to laugh.

wanted to see Matthew

still woman who could reject

god. This was such a rare moment, too bad he

What a pity.

bed while wearing underpants only. His upper body was wrapped with gauze, and he walked

He shook his head decisively, "It's not funny, not funny at all. I'll

turned around and ran

seek revenge on him if he stayed

it. Then, he saw the chair by the bed. He seemed

still talking to him, but he didn't hear her

already happy that Dolores stayed and took care of him before she

changed her clothes, and went into the room to see her children. Simona

had already gotten up. He was washing his face and rinsing his mouth in the

because of work?” Jessica came out from the kitchen with an apron and looked at his

She turned her head and looked elsewhere,

saw you getting into another car after you returned

How could she forget that Matthew drove his car to the doorstep of her house

wasn’t surprising if Jessica

Nelson family?” Although it was a question, but she already knew

nodded her head,

connection with him now. Look at Sampson. He’s such a nice guy. Why aren’t you cherishing him? Are you trying to get things

Dolores

want to get

knew her

didn’t forget that decisive looks on his face when

I’m telling you, I'll never agree if you have anything to do with him!” Jessica seldom spoke to her daughter in such a

that if it came to

Dolores was still young and she might lose herself in love

If that man could accept her, he wouldn’t have divorced her in the

got into a car accident. Jessica

eyes were wide open, ”What was grandma talking

was

that heartless man who

he would be the father

clenched his little fist, and