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

Time had stopped.

Dolores Flores stood there and was wobbling as if she was about to collapse.

Matthew Nelson stared her in the eyes desperately and spoke word by word.

"That night, it was me."

She was stunned by Matthew’s remarks and was thrown into confusion as if she had gotten struck by lightning.

She stood rooted to the ground.

"What...What did you say?" "How can it be, how can it be, how can it be you?" She said, covering her face with her hands while weeping and laughing at the same time.

It was unbelievable, she walked back and forth, thinking how could that be.

"Back then Sampson Herbert investigated for me, he said... he said it was a local that night, how could it be you?" Her leg accidentally knocked the bed edge, tumbled onto the bed, and rubbed her hair vigorously.

Matthew seized her self-injury-like scratching hand, held her chin, and forced her to look at him, "What did you say? You've investigated it?"

There were still remnants of tears in her eyes.

She looked at him with fear and anxiety, her mouth was like holding an ice cube in it, she whimpered for quite a long time but couldn’t get the words out, she pulled out her hand that Matthew had clutched, her fingers swept over his cheek, slid to his neck, along his collar, and touched his shoulder, "I suspected it when I discovered bite marks on your shoulder. So I requested Sampson to assist me to investigate, and he subsequently  informed me... that night was a local."

She gradually calmed down; could it be that her original thoughts were correct and Sampson had lied to her?

Sampson had always been there for her, taking care of her and assisting her, and had frequently stated that Samuel Flores and Simona Flores are pathetic without a father.

But, in reality, had he already known the truth all along but was keeping it from her?

"Did he lie to me?" she said, raising her gaze.

Matthew reached out to her and covered the back of her hand with his warm pal. He held her icy hands tight by wrapping them up with his hands.

At this time, his emotions were indescribable; All the words that he wanted to say turned into a kiss that deeply covered her lips.

Dolores was still in a dreamlike state where everything was so blurry and surreal.

Like a bubble in an illusion which burst after a poke.

But the heat from him who stood very close to her was so real and so intense.

you looked

 whether this was a falsehood he made

 as he grabbed her hand in his palm and

 had no idea where the strange familiarity with her came from until he

was later revealed that there was a

became empty, which makes him felt uneasy, and he gazed

at him, "I don't want

 was extraordinary calm; this was not a simple

 of her eyes; she'd lost weight again, and her skin was chilly, he can imagine how

 arms, stroked his hand on her shoulder, and informed her about Jayden Nelson who performed the paternity test behind her

there is no question that Samuel and Simona

 her eyes

 still felt as though she

"Pinch me."

 on her forehead when he dropped his gaze. The scar was not particularly visible and was hard to be noticed due to

 The redness in his eyes was caused by her leaving as well as the grief

about her, he felt protective of her. She had never seen such a vivid, profound, sympathetic look on his face, he used to treat her well, but always with reservations, she had never opened her mind, but now

 brings you

was

here and be involved in

had happened

had

 was confined by Sampson; even after encountering countless life-and-death situations, she still had a lingering fear

 her by massaging her slim back with his warm

 talk calmly about her experiences at this time, "I was taken here by Sampson and after

 anything about

 something since the location where she was imprisoned alone was so startling. He grasped her slim waist and lie her down. Just like this, they lie across the bed. They did not cover themselves up,

asleep holding her in this position after

 noticed there were dark circles under his eyes and she couldn't help but stretch out her hand. Her fingertips barely brushed across his skin, and he grasped her hand with his eyes closed. He put her fingers on

 she was not around, and now that she was in his arms, he felt at

"Ok," She said.

 her

well either throughout this time and at this point amid ‘the tranquility of life,'

her dreams, there was always someone kissing her neck, hair, cheeks, the

 for a day, with Boyce keeping watch outside to ensure no one bothering

 and found that a pair of deep eyes gazed at

then wide