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

She held the doorknob, twisted, and gently pushed the door open. Then she saw Jessica sit on the bed sobbing softly.

Dolores walked in and closed the door. Hearing the noise, Jessica hurriedly wiped her face. “Why aren’t you keeping an eye on those two fellows outside? What are you doing here?”

“I came to check on you.” Dolores reached out to hug her. “Mom, let’s forget what has happened in the past, shall we?”

Pressing her face on Jessica’s shoulder, she added, “I’ll support you when you are old. When I’m old, I’ll ask Samuel to support me...”

“What are you talking about?” Jessica patted her daughter on the back. “You are still young. I think Dr. Herbert is a good choice indeed.”

Dolores scratched her hair. She was always afraid that Jessica would say so.

“Lola...”

“Mom.”

Dolores knew what Jessica was going to say. In fact, she did plan to accept Sampson, but it seemed to be impossible now.

If she would look into the truth of her car accident in the past, she could never be with Sampson.

“Mom, Sampson’s mother has ever come to me before.”

“What?” Jessica was quite shocked. Holding her daughter’s shoulders and looking at her, she asked, “What did she come to you for?”

Dolores pursed her lips, wondering how to make her mother dispel her thoughts. Then she said honestly, “It was six years ago. She saw Sampson and me together, so she mistook that we were in love. Later she deliberately came to me and told me that I was not suitable for her son. She said based on his background, he should find someone who could fit him in terms of the identity and background.”

Jessica’s lips parted, but she couldn’t utter a word for a long time.

Finally, tears fell from her eyes again.

“Mom, why are you crying again?” Dolores reached out to wipe her tears.

She tried so hard to distract her mother’s attention.

Why did she start crying again?

“How could I be not upset?” At the thought of that Sampson’s mother went to Dolores and humiliated her, Jessica felt depressed. “If it weren’t for me in the past, you…”

“Mom, shall we stop talking about things happened in the past?” Dolores knew what Jessica was worried about. She explained to her mother patiently, “I don’t like Sampson. Even if I marry him, I wouldn’t be happy. Mom...”

Dolores held her hand. “You want me to be happy, don’t you?”

“Of course.” Jessica wished her daughter would be happy even when in her dreams.

prayed that there would

you believe me?” asked

Jessica looked at her daughter. “You are the best

bit by bit until reached her current status today, through which her daughter had

Jessica’s heart, her daughter was the

worry about my marriage. Things will work out eventually.” Dolores grasped the chance to convince

worrying about

had pressure and

always thought

there’s a long way for me to go. Perhaps I could meet a man who never cares that I’m a single mother and is willing

“Are you

predict what would happen in future,

nagging about it, I’ll feel stressed. I can’t find someone at random. The man I’ll marry must be able to accept Samuel

Back then, she was even willing to give up her own life to keep the kids, so Jessica could understand

your Mr. Right would

she

a man who liked

son marry a

Sampson’s mother disagreed. Naturally, men from such kind of families would definitely find someone

still felt sad for her innocent

She had felt so stressed when Jessica kept nagging about her marriage all day long. She even had lost courage

Now everything was settled.

Dolores stood up.

the door. It was

Ma’am. Takeout delivery for Dolores

“Yes. Thanks.”

“Please sign here.”

Taking two boxes of pizza back to the house, she put them on the dining table. “Samuel, Simona, go ask Grandma

his sister’s hand. They walked towards Jessica’s

and looked at her son,

was afraid her mother wouldn’t come out. Hence she

on the dining table. She also

she opened

with Jessica, holding her

them. She knew that Jessica would certainly

pizza today. I didn’t

should be enough for them. “Our Simona is really a foodie,” she

wondered if that was a compliment or a complaint. Blinking, she asked, “What is