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

Matthew Nelson looked up as his eyes fell on Dolores’s hand covering her chest, and asked, “Scalded?”

“…”

Dolores Flores twisted her head as she couldn’t abide his gaze, “No.”

After saying this, she headed to the meeting area and sat on the sofa. She stooped down to draw out a few pieces of tissue paper and wiped the water stains off her neck.

Suddenly, her vision was blocked. Matthew had come over unexpectedly. Dolores coughed lightly, “Why are you here? You’ve so many things to deal with.”

When Dolores delivered the water in, a massive pile of documents was waiting to be signed on Matthew’s desk.

Matthew seemed to hear nothing and grabbed the tissue in Dolores’s hand, “I’ll wipe it for you.”

“That’s okay.” Dolores tried to grab the tissue in Matthew’s hand, but she missed it as Matthew raised his hand.

“Be good.” Matthew squatted down in front of her legs. He gently pulled her collar open to wipe the water stain on her skin.

Matthew lowered his eyes, wiping her gently, and he looked solemn. Dolores was into a light trance for a few seconds.

She slightly turned her head around, not daring to stare at him for too long.

She was afraid.

Afraid that all of this was just a magnificent dream.

Unreal.

“Don’t be too nice to me.” Dolores didn’t want to fall in.

Falling into the trap of his tenderness.

She didn’t think about her identity deliberately, but that was the truth.

After that night, she thought that she would never have a love for the rest of her life.

She had lost the qualification to have a good life.

She couldn’t deny that the traces of Matthew inside her were getting deeper throughout these years. It wasn’t indelible but not to be ignored. She was like used to his domineering, him being light-minded, and him being considerate occasionally. Matthew was taking over her heart gradually.

Matthew chuckled, “I want to be nice to you.”

Dolores’s eyes were red. She didn’t want Matthew to notice it, so she sneered, “Such a bad taste.”

“…”

was the first time

bad taste. You don’t

being so

at the woman in front of him. Her eyebrows, nose, lips, chin, and cheek weren’t the most

years ago, she was pure, like a naive little

she was gentle, intellectual, and

Knock, knock...

looked at Dolores for a

herself then took it and draped it over her

Matthew then spoke in a low

walked in with Terry

a place and he looked around on his way. After entering Matthew’s office, he was amused, thinking that the rich were having

home wasn’t as big as a corner

Abbott reminded

smirked, feeling a bit embarrassed for being impolite

brought what you wanted. Have you

and nodded,

once but continued to ask inquisitively, “What are you going to do next? Let me tell you something. As you just came back and know nothing about the situation in the country. The DC Law Firm in

Terry said, his face darkened, “I had found one originally, but

understood Matthew’s intention at

had, it wouldn’t

in to find someone

aren’t you talking?” Terry stared

the thing and let

you.” Terry wasn’t distrusting Dolores. Just that this wasn’t a matter for only one person, but the two of them should try, not just

knew that this

had been six

softly, “You should have noticed that this case isn’t simple at all. The Herbert family was well-known and respected. They won’t allow

Terry was nervous and bounced

anxious.” Dolores hurriedly reassured him, “That’s why I asked you to give me the stuff. There’s someone here to

“Who…”

Terry reacted immediately.

he quickly closed his mouth and

who was standing beside him with a cold face all the

Dolores nodded.

his hand

and immediately put all