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

Dolores didn’t close the door of her room. She had drawn a lot of drafts, feeling tired. Hence, she lay prone on the desk for a rest. Unconsciously, she fell asleep.

Charles slightly quieted down his movements to operate the wheelchair. When he arrived closer to the bed, he found that Dolores was napping. Reaching out, he picked up a draft on the tray table. The strokes on the paper were delicate and fluent. He could see that it was just a sketch, but her conception and design could make him understand at a glance what she wanted to express.

He could tell that she was quite professional.

Looking up at her, he wondered if she was a fashion designer.

“Young Master, she’s a fashion designer.” Amelia stepped in. Seeing that he was looking at Dolores’s draft, she moved closer to take a look. Sure enough, Dolores didn’t lie. Otherwise, how could she be able to draw such a stunning sketch at random?

Charles looked a bit annoyed as if it was because Amelia was speaking too loudly.

Immediately, Amelia lowered her head, pressing her lips in the grievance. She didn’t mean to wake up Dolores. She explained it to him by instinct when seeing that he was looking that the drafts.

“Amelia, you can’t be so restless in the future.”

Amelia lowered her head. “I got it, Young Master.”

“Hmm-”

In her nap, Dolores faintly heard someone speaking. Frowning deeply, she gradually opened her eyes.

“Did we wake you up?” Charles looked at the sleepy woman who just woke up.

Dolores raised her hands to rub her eyes. As soon as she did it, she found her arms were numb. “Hiss...” she didn’t feel comfortable.

“What happened? Did your arms become numb?” Charles reached out. “Is it this arm? Let me rub it for you.”

Dolores suddenly withdrew her arm that he gripped. Waving, she refused, “No, thanks. I can rub it myself.”

As she spoke, she kept rubbing the numb arm with strength so that it could recover as soon as possible.

Charles withdrew his hand without changing his expression. He wasn’t angry because Dolores was hiding from him. Instead, he asked, “Do you like it?”

Dolores didn’t get what he meant first.

When seeing the fish tank installed beside the bedhead, she understood what he was referring to. She nodded perfunctorily. “They are quite rare.”

Charles put down the draft on the tray table. When withdrawing his hand, he said, “As long as they could amuse you, they are quite lucky.”

Dolores lowered her head and pretended that she hadn’t heard what he said. She put away the drafts. “I just drew them at random.”

“Well, you are quite good at it. I guess you must be a well-known fashion designer,” although he sounded like asking her, he said quite affirmatively.

“Not really.” Dolores didn’t want to expose too much of her information to the man. She didn’t know anything about this man who looked gentle and kind.

After all, he shouldn’t be a simple man since he could act the tyrant in a locality.

“I believe what I’ve seen.” Charles was quite confident.

Dolores put the drafts upside down on the tray table. Obviously, she didn’t want to continue talking about this subject.

Charles was quite smart and sensible. He changed the subject immediately. “You must feel quite bore for staying in the house all the time.”

Dolores shook her head. “It’s alright.”

I show you around?” Charles

smile on his face all

to refuse, but thinking that she could get familiar with the environment

foot...” Dolores was in a dilemma. She couldn’t walk because of the injured foot. She didn’t want to be a cripple. She expected that her

you up.” Charles reached out his

she would agree to take Charles’s arm. “I can walk. Ms. Flores, it’s more convenient

certainly knew about Amelia’s purpose - she didn’t want Dolores to

happy to do Amelia a favor. Hence, she

Amelia without saying anything. Then

looked back at Dolores. “Let’s

room that Dolores was staying in. They arrived after taking a few steps. He pushed the door open

in. Charles said, “Put her on the chair. You

to stay here a lot, but obviously, Charles wanted to send her away. Although she was reluctant,

and left

not to worry because

that way, Amelia

couldn’t speak out those words in Charles’s

desk and seemingly asked

I went to a fashion design college, which required

him. He was quite smart, and he could lead her to

“Do you

time to read. Occasionally, she

was meaningful. “I can’t walk and I don’t have many friends.

he hid pretty well, Dolores still could sense the disappointment and depression in his

care if

red sandalwood. They fully occupied the whole wall,

favorite.” Charles pulled out a book from the bottom row. It had a blue cover and was a thick book. He handed it over to

photo in the frame. However, with a single glimpse,

It was Victoria Forbis.

Matthew’s stepmother.

would have

the relationship between

was in a mess and she couldn’t figure anything

as soon as

over at her wrist again. He picked up the frame and looked at the woman in the photo. She was wearing this jade bracelet

Dolores’s reaction, Charles had confirmed

she?”

She felt extremely weird.

Victoria’s photo

her his favorite book. “You can read this one when you have time. It’s quite

avoided

Dolores to see what she would react when seeing the photo so to confirm his guess, he didn’t want

She sensed that he treated her so

like my recommendation?” Charles’s hand didn’t withdraw. He was still holding the book, trying to give it to

being polite. “Thank you.

she looked at Charles. “Amelia told

changed. Then he looked normal again. With

neat. He didn’t