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

Seeing Matthew, Maria almost rushed over, stretching her arms to embrace him.

Matthew stepped aside and dodged. As she was running so fast, Maria couldn’t stop even after she had missed the target. She couldn’t help staggering forward, her ankle twisting.

“Ouch...” she exclaimed. Her legs weakened, falling on the ground.

Abbott stood aside. He had chance to hold her up but he didn’t reach out.

Before she became the family member of the Herbert family, she even flattered Abbott sometimes. After all, he was a man who Matthew trusted very much, so she was willing to put a little effort on Abbott.

However, since she returned to the Herbert family and became their daughter, she had been arrogant and put on the air whenever she met Abbott again.

Hence, Abbott became quite unhappy. He didn’t like her as he used to.

Now Maria was a girl from a rich family.

Abbott was just an assistant. So they were not from the same world.

Maria fell on the ground, her knees skinned, her carefully-made hair messed. She looked quite embarrassed.

Raising her head, she looked at Matthew. “Matthew...”

She could not accept the coldness and disregard from him.

He used to treat her lovingly.

His current attitude brought her sense of frustration as if she had fallen down from the heaven to the hell.

She couldn’t accept it at all.

Trembling, she looked at the man standing in front of her. “Matthew...”

Tears welled up in her tears. Her tone was full of grievance and ingratiation.

Matthew walked to her, squatting down. He reached to brush away the messy hair that covered her cheeks.

Looking at her face carefully, Matthew seemingly to see her true color through her features.

“Matthew...”

“Stop calling me,” he interrupted Maria.

Maria was startled, still couldn’t accept the fact.

“How many things have you hidden from me?” he asked in an extremely low voice, as if he was suppressing something in his heart.

Things flashed through Maria’s mind, as if all movie scenes were replaying. She was thinking about the hidden meaning of Matthew’s question.

Suddenly her pupils shrank sharply. It seemed that he had heard her conversation with Dolores.

“Nothing,” she denied.

“Nothing?” Matthew sneered.

her. Although he found her charades before, he didn’t

he

she always kept refreshing

and self-directed scripts. Even it was she who

playing some

Dolores Flores. She, she made it up.” Maria’s face was wet by tears. Reaching out, she wanted to

his cold lips forming into a straight line. Without saying anything, he

unwilling to let go, but Matthew’s strength was

me. If I was wrong, it was because I love you so

“Heh heh.”

mocking at himself. He whispered softly

shouldn’t have mistaken responsibility

like that.” Maria shook her head desperately. “It’s neither your fault nor mine. It’s

who was standing on the steps.

“You bitch...”

but stopped by Dolores. It was unnecessary to get a

knew what Maria feared the

she should poke Maria’s

step. Raising her hand, she tossed her hair behind a ear, her eyes seductive. Then she put her hand

She really couldn’t get used to this way of addressing

certificate was not issued, so she

purpose was

was face blushed because of anger, looking

at Dolores’ arm on his shoulder. It was slender with fair skin. She stood so close to him that he could even see the hair

Dolores took the initiative

called him in such

couldn’t help feeling

mind Dolores calling him in such

knew that she had done it on purpose, but

let her lean on

yourself!” Maria was totally irritated because Dolores called

waved her fists, aiming to punch

landed, Matthew grabbed her

his eyes, Maria was startled

had never seen such coldness in Matthew’s eyes

“I...”

shook off her

stepped forward and

willing to let Abbott pull her

anything else. All she wanted was to escape from

definitely wouldn’t let Dolores

to her

anyone else to touch

Herbert, mind your dignity, please.” Abbott

who do you think you are? How

her. He just ordered Abbott in a light

Matthew was

Abbott. “Let go