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

After sending the message out, Maria put away her cell phone. Then she continued to look at Dolores on the stage, her lips curled up into a sneer.

The lights were turned on and the background music was played - after Dolores’ speech, the models started the final and the most important section of today.

And the very last masterpiece was a wedding dress designed by Mrs. William.

It had been a long time that Mrs. William didn’t design any clothes. She designed this wedding dress particularly for the opening ceremony of LEO Corporation.

White was the purest color. The whole body of the wedding dress presented a luminous white like the snow. The layers of the light veil were permeated, covered with soft satin, woven roses, and gems, shining with both gorgeous and elegant charm, which was breathtaking.

Dolores stared at the dress, lost in thought.

A wedding dress was always along with the wish in love and hope in happiness.

Although she got married, she never wore a wedding dress. There was no wedding ceremony or a wedding dress for her. Even for the marriage certificate, she didn’t go to the civil affairs bureau together with her “husband”.

“Excuse me, Lola.” Theresa walked over, passing the cell phone to her. “Your cell phone.”

Since Dolores was on the stage just now, Theresa kept her phone.

Dolores took it over. Theresa reminded her, “It seems you’ve received a message just now.”

Dolores swiped to unlock the screen. After she tabbed the message to read, the blood drained from her face immediately. She could hear her heartbeat violently, and it hurt so much as if it was about to crack, making her tremble.

“Lola, what’s wrong?” Theresa could tell that she was not feeling well. She helped Dolores’ trembling body up. “Are you not feeling well?”

Dolores shook her head. “I’m alright.”

Then she left the vivid crowd with the cell phone in her hand.

Seeing that she had gone far in a panic, Maria curled up her lips into an ironic smile.

Thanks to Dolores, Maria could find those photos. Back then, when Dolores asked Sampson to look into the matters in Country A, he got the surveillance video from the hotel. Hence, Maria got those photos.

Maria wanted to thank her.

She wondered if Dolores would feel shocked and horrible if Dolores got to know it was all because of her.

Maria sneered.

Dolores went upstairs to the second floor alone.

It was quiet here, and all noises were blocked outside.

were gone, she collapsed onto

scenes that night kept flashing through her mind as if it was a movie with

head and licked the photo to open. In the photo, her face was clear, which

give her virginity to a

Pak!

onto

an endless abyss

and everything else, immersed

her firmly as if it was reminding her that this was the stain and nightmare of

rarely cried, because she was a mother and a daughter. On her shoulders, she had the burden to raise her children as well as

She felt a sharp pang in her heart,

faded, and she sank into

“Are you crying?”

wiped off the tears on her face in a hurry. She put down the cell phone face-down on the

at her while standing

crowd, he could tell that something went wrong with her. Now the ceremony was almost over

but she denied that she was

so that she could look into his eyes.

still remained as if he

the expression on the man’s face. She was lost, and her blood and skin seemed to

eye corners. He held her face gently with concern. Her

face against his chest. “I met Randolph today, so I recalled that

a lie to cover

back and comforted her. “Good girl, don’t be

who had already calmed down, shed tears again when

care of her younger brother and mother. Later, she had children, so she took care of them. Nobody had told her before that she

wasn’t an unforgettable sentence, but

Lola.” Theresa’s voice sounded on the staircase. It seemed that she came upstairs to look for Dolores since she

wiped the tears for Dolores and smoothed her messy

she checked the time. “It’s supposed to be the end

to pick you up

“Sure!”

walked up. Dolores had already straightened up herself. Seeing that only Dolores and Matthew were upstairs,

uh... Mrs. William is

How about the guests downstairs?” Dolores walked over. “Let’s go downstairs to check on

at Matthew, who was talking on the phone

“What’s wrong?” Dolores asked.