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 detrimental to

to think about

idea, “I’ll get you some sleeping pills. You think about a way to make her take it. When she

Dolores then this matter was definitely

completely become another person. Moreover, how could they allow for failure

he wasn’t going to feel at ease until he figured it out. He stood up quickly and said, “I am

tall and straight, particularly good-looking. He took the car

at him and said nothing as

the medicine and returned to the hotel, while Boyce was responsible for finding a reliable

grumbled, “Doesn’t Matthew love Dolores? Why is it that I am all injured

herself in the mirror; her face was exactly like Dolores. She stretched out

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 second half of my life, I can live without worry. I

*Click*

dropped her smile and walked out of the bathroom, pretending to be

the door. She laughed immediately,

and gave a lukewarm

thought that he was always like this when he was with Dolores. Dolores didn’t seem like she could flirt

gave birth to two children for him, she still couldn’t

will definitely make Matthew fall in love with her

Matthew and said coquettishly, “I’m

her a hand, “I’ll

her, she fell into his arms clutching his collar, “How

looked exactly the same as Dolores but her

her face into his

calmly pushed her body away, “Your leg is hurt, I will

made the gesture to make the phone call and

one who gave birth to two

around his waist. His eyes flashed coldly and the corners of his lips turned but

rubbed her face against his back, “Then do you… still want me to give birth to a child for you?... I really want to have another baby with you. I think if we have more children, then it would be livelier and more fun. After all,

this moment, Matthew was completely sure that she

she had injured her body and would not be able to give birth in