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 the

that night kept flashing through her mind as if it was a movie with sound and color, playing in

photo to open. In the photo, her face was clear,

her virginity

Pak!

dropped onto

sank into an endless abyss

and everything else, immersed in panic

presented to her and reminded her firmly as if it was reminding her that this

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

a sharp pang in her heart, which hurt so much that she couldn’t breathe

gradually faded, and

“Are you crying?”

face in a hurry. She put down the cell phone face-down

at her

something went wrong with her. Now the ceremony was almost over and Armand and Boyce had left, so he came upstairs to look for

with tears, but she denied that she was crying. He wondered if she thought that

down and made her face him so that she could look into his eyes. “What happened

eyes' corners were wet, and tear stains still remained as if he could still

man’s face. She was lost, and her blood

reached his warm fingers to wipe the tears at her eye corners. He held her face gently with concern. Her expression made him worry

pressed her face against his chest. “I met Randolph

cover that she had

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

already calmed down, shed tears again when hearing

mother. Later, she had children, so she took care of them. Nobody had told

big one. It wasn’t an unforgettable sentence, but it was pure, poking the softest part in her

upstairs to look for Dolores since she had been gone

the tears for Dolores and smoothed her messy

arms. Sniffing, she checked the time. “It’s supposed to be the end now. You can

pick you up in

“Sure!”

Matthew

William is leaving,” Theresa

downstairs?” Dolores walked over. “Let’s

Matthew, who was talking on the phone with a long

“What’s wrong?” Dolores asked.