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 look into them. He was not willing to get even

all, he treasured

kept refreshing his perception

self-directed scripts. Even it was she who planned the car accident

had underestimated Maria in the past. He had just thought she was playing some small

didn’t set up Dolores Flores. She, she made it up.” Maria’s face was wet by tears. Reaching out, she wanted to grab Matthew’s arm. “Matthew, you got to

her face for a few second, his cold lips forming into a straight line. Without

unwilling to let go, but Matthew’s strength was so strong.

Maria hugged his legs. “I really didn’t do it. Believe me. If I was wrong, it was because I

“Heh heh.”

at himself. He whispered softly to answer, “You are

mistaken responsibility

Maria shook her head desperately.

was standing on the steps. “It’s all

“You bitch...”

stopped by Dolores. It was unnecessary to

feared the most

she should poke Maria’s sore

step by step. Raising her hand, she tossed her hair behind a ear, her eyes seductive. Then she put her hand on Matthew’s shoulder, calling him

get used to this way

divorce certificate was not issued, so she still

was to

of

shoulder. It was slender with fair skin. She stood so close

first time, Dolores took the initiative to approach

she called him in such an

couldn’t help feeling

mind Dolores calling

that she had done it on purpose, but didn’t pushed

just let her

flattering yourself!” Maria was totally

her fists, aiming to

before her fist landed, Matthew

eyes, Maria was startled by

had never seen such coldness in Matthew’s

“I...”

Matthew shook off her

stepped forward and pulled her

Abbott pull her away while watching Dolores and Matthew were

go of me!” Maria didn’t care about anything else. All she wanted was to escape from Abbott’s grip and pull Dolores

definitely wouldn’t let Dolores to touch

to her

allow anyone

Herbert, mind your dignity, please.” Abbott

do you think you are? How dare you mind my business?”

He just ordered Abbott in a light tone, “I’m leaving

was leaving,

started hitting and kicking Abbott. “Let go