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

“What are you suspicious about?” Boyce was a little confused. Matthew had been so anxious to find Dolores at that time. Why was he so calm right now?

Matthew walked to the window and recalled the bits and pieces of getting along with Dolores, her appearance, her smile, the tone of her voice when she spoke… she was still her… but he didn’t think she was.

“She is not like her.”

Boyce, “…”

“Are you kidding me?” He sat down on the sofa, grabbed the bottle of mineral water and unscrewed the cap to take a sip, “If she is not her, then who is she? Is it possible that someone else has gone through plastic surgery? She is pretending to be her…”

Plastic surgery?

Suddenly Matthew turned around, a hint of coldness on his handsome face and his gaze deep.

Facing each other’s gaze, Boyce’s eyes slowly widened and he understood why Matthew’s reaction had been so big, “You… Do you suspect that the one we found is not Ms. Flores? That someone had plastic surgery to look like her, impersonating her?”

Boyce found it hard to believe, “Maria is locked up by us. Besides, who can be like her this much? And to be exactly the same, I’m afraid it can’t be done in a couple days.”

Matthew was unable to give an answer to his point.

But what he was certain about was that the one they had found was not Dolores.

How could a person’s character change so quickly?

Boyce carefully recalled the process of finding Dolores, “At that time, following the clues near the bar, we checked the surveillance and slowly we found about the van that abducted her. The surveillance showed up near the suburbs. We searched around and found it. The van was on fire, supposedly filled with gasoline. The fire was strong and the smoke was black. Dolores had fallen not far away. At that time, she said that someone was going to burn her to death and that she twisted her ankle and fell down as she was running away. There is absolutely nothing to be suspicious about.”

Matthew sneered coldly, “Maris wanted to kill her so much. How could she just leave without making sure if she was dead?”

“Perhaps she was confident that Dolores would not be able to escape?” Boyce still felt that Matthew was thinking too much.

How many times a person had to go under the knife to get enough plastic surgery to look like another person?

“If you have any doubts, find a cosmetic surgeon to see if her face is reconstructed or not. Wouldn’t you know then?” Boyce suggested.

Matthew glanced at him, “If she is not Dolores, then doing so will only warn her of my suspicion.”

it be

had to think about

for a while and came up with an idea, “I’ll get you some sleeping pills. You think about a way to make her take it. When she falls asleep,

Dolores then this matter was definitely not going to

Moreover, how could they allow for failure after so much effort and how were they going to

the more Boyce felt that this wasn’t a trivial matter and that he wasn’t going to feel at ease until he figured it out.

valiant and formidable in his uniform, tall and straight, particularly good-looking. He took

nothing as if

the medicine and returned to the

at all. She sat on the bed and grumbled, “Doesn’t Matthew love Dolores? Why is it that I am all injured and he didn’t even stay with

was exactly like Dolores. She stretched out her hand and

an eerie grin, “From now on, I will be Dolores, the mother of Matthew’s children. Even if he doesn’t love Dolores much, he will still be nice to me because I am the mother of his two children. In the

*Click*

the door opening, ‘Dolores’ immediately dropped her smile and

tall figure walked in through the door. She laughed immediately,

in and

when he was with Dolores. Dolores didn’t seem like she could

two children for him, she still couldn’t

Dolores, she will definitely make Matthew fall in

Matthew and said

pretentiously gave her a hand,

he helped her, she fell into his arms clutching his collar, “How about you take me to the restaurant to

looked at her face. She looked exactly the same as Dolores but her artificial character

her face into his

body away, “Your leg is hurt,

make the phone call

stared at his tall figure with bitterness. She was not reconciled. Now she had this face and was the one who gave birth to two children for him, he should treat her well. She walked over and

at her hands clasped around his waist. His eyes flashed coldly

I really want to

was completely

body and would