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.”

“…”

time hearing someone undermining

bad taste. You don’t

so

him. Her eyebrows, nose, lips, chin, and cheek weren’t the most

years ago, she was pure, like

many these years, she was gentle, intellectual,

Knock, knock...

was being knocked, and Matthew reacted immediately. He raised his eyes and looked at Dolores for a moment before he stood up. He grabbed his suit on the sofa and gave it to her, “Put

then took it and draped it

on, Matthew then spoke

in with Terry

way. After entering Matthew’s office, he was amused, thinking that the

big as a corner

Abbott reminded

smirked, feeling a bit embarrassed for being impolite

have brought what you wanted. Have you planned what to

and nodded, “Yes, please give it to

came back and know nothing about the situation in the country. The DC

one originally, but when he

Matthew’s intention at that

it wouldn’t

the Herbert family would step in to find someone and spend some money to

aren’t you talking?”

thing and let me handle

wasn’t distrusting Dolores. Just that this wasn’t a matter for only one person, but the two of them

that this

it had been six

spoke 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 such thing to happen. With just only you and me, we

and bounced

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

“Who…”

Terry reacted immediately.

but then he quickly closed his mouth and pursed

with a cold face all the time, “Is he

Dolores nodded.

jerked his hand back, holding

and immediately put all the things he