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.

Although he found her charades before, he didn’t look into them.

he treasured their

refreshing his perception of

deceived him by self-acted and self-directed scripts. Even it was she who planned the car

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

didn’t ... I didn’t set up Dolores Flores. She, she made it up.” Maria’s face was wet by tears. Reaching out, she

second, his cold lips forming into a straight line.

strength was so strong. Unable to

Maria hugged his legs. “I really didn’t do it. Believe me. If I was wrong, it was because I love you so much. Is it wrong to love

“Heh heh.”

at himself. He whispered softly to answer, “You are not wrong. I

have mistaken responsibility as

like that.” Maria shook her head desperately. “It’s

on the steps. “It’s all because of her. She’s just a

“You bitch...”

about to retort but stopped by Dolores. It was

Maria feared the most was

should poke Maria’s sore

high-heels, Dolores walked down the steps, walking towards Matthews 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 in

couldn’t get

so she

main purpose was

blushed because of

Dolores’ arm on his shoulder. It was slender with fair skin. She stood so close

took

called him in such

couldn’t help feeling

mind Dolores calling him in

it on purpose, but didn’t pushed her

let her lean

was totally irritated

from the ground and waved her fists, aiming to

before her fist landed, Matthew grabbed her

his eyes, Maria was startled by

such coldness in Matthew’s

“I...”

Matthew shook

understood. He stepped forward

Maria be willing to let Abbott pull her away while watching Dolores and Matthew were

else. All she wanted was to escape from Abbott’s grip and

wouldn’t let

belonged to

allow anyone else

Herbert, mind your

you think you are?

He just ordered Abbott in a light tone, “I’m leaving it to you.”

that Matthew was

hitting and kicking Abbott. “Let go of