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

“Let go of me.” Dolores widened her eyes and pressed her hands on his chest to stop his approach.

“Let go?” Matthew repeated the two words in a dragging tone, feeling it ridiculous.

He was furious just now because she wanted to make a clean break with him just now. Now she only believed in her son’s innocence and doubted him.

He was really angered.

Dolores looked away, not daring to look at him. She could clearly feel his robust body that was several degrees higher than hers as well as his familiar breathing. She closed her eyes, “My son is only five years old…”

So it was impossible that he would do this kind of thing.

She was tilting her head, revealing her swan-like neck on which blue veins were standing out slightly. Due to nervousness, her breathing was quick and uneven, which was like the enchanting melody. Matthew originally just intended to scare her; nevertheless, when seeing her reactions, he felt all his blood was boiling.

He lowered his head and landed a kiss on her neck.

His lips were so soft and a bit cold.

Dolores exerted great force to push him away as she was panicked, “Let go of me. Don’t be so shameless!”

“Shameless? I felt quite shameless when your son embarrassed me just now. But why should I feel shameless now?” He mumbled as he still put his head near her neck.

He liked the scent on her body as he was familiar and obsessed with it.

“Tell me, are you a witch?” Otherwise, how could she manage to cause him to change into a different self every time when he was together with her?

Dolores didn’t reply. But tears streamed down along her cheeks and disappeared into the hair around her ears.

Matthew felt her spasmodic sobs. He lifted his head and cupped her face, forcing her to look into his eyes, “I just kissed you. Why are you appearing to be so aggrieved?”

Dolores gently opened her eyes. Her eyelashes were shaking slightly and there were still tears in her eyes. She replied in a cracked voice, “Am I easy woman who would sleep with men casually in your eyes?”

Matthew was stunned, “I never think so.”

“You did. You never showed respects to me.” She had tried hard to hold back her tears, but they all fell down now, “I slept with a man at the age of 18 and was pregnant with his child, and you thought I was a promiscuous woman. I’m not that kind of woman! I’m not that kind of woman as you’ve imagined! I had no choice back then.”

Matthew felt inexplicably flustered and wiped away her tears. Actually, he had to admit that he did once think in this way.

Dolores turned her head to dodge his touch.

Matthew’s hand paused near her ear and then he slowly tucked her messy wisps of hair back over her ears, saying, “I’ll not mention about your past any longer. Please forget your past too.”

want to do?” Dolores tried hard to suppress

you to come back

you going

deep down that Matthew was an

his bottom line, and he

you bear the other man’s children to call you father? Will you raise the other man’s children? You

Matthew suddenly stood to

a matter of fact, Matthew was simply thinking of persuading Dolores to come back to him, and he had

was right. It had already reached his bottom line for him

had never considered about being the children’s stepfather or raising children for the other

He couldn’t do it!

his back to her, “It’s a wise decision for us to

He asked in a gloomy voice and was in an

But I know my own feelings very well. I don’t like you, and you can’t

well. I

She didn’t like him?

Matthew sneered.

She didn’t like him?

around and grabbed her collar, “Dare you

sharp pain

red eyes and squeezed out a sentence out, “I don’t like you. Do you

Dolores hadn’t gotten along with him for too long, she knew him

such an arrogant man that he would not allow others to please him with a

felt

He almost went crazy.

struggle, nor did she

she still tried hard to

to the suffocation. She felt hard to breathe as Matthew was grabbing

her down in a fury, “Don’t

comfortableness after a long while. She then picked herself up from the ground and said, “When you make up your mind, you can ask your assistant Abbott to come to me at

and said without turning around, “Thank you for not throwing away the things I left here. I will come

she walked towards the door

had been pretending to be strong just now, but as soon as she walked out

covered her chest with the other hand putting on

why her heart

Abbott, who was playing with his mobile phone leaning against the car, walked over

her head,

back.” Dolores walked to