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

“You are…”

“Mr. Golden, we are here to learn the method of making tea silk,” Charles spoke first and explained their purpose of visit.

The old looked at the people standing at the entrance. He narrowed his eyes, his wrinkles could be seen. His eyes were deep, he entered the house, “Let’s get in.”

The living room of the wooden house was small, it could not occupy all of the people. The security guards did not enter while they stood outside.

Even then, the house was crowded after they entered.

The design of the house was simple, it was Chinese style, there were eight chairs in the living room. A few drawings were hung on the wall on both sides. There was a newly created rubbish bin made of bamboo. They did not match each other and looked messy. A table was placed in the middle. The old sat on his seat.

He took a cigarette and ignited it, “Who wants to learn it from me?”

Dolores held Samuel’s hand and walked forwards, she said sincerely, “I want to learn the method of making tea silk from you. If you are willing to do so, please be the master of my business. The salary is up to you.”

He smoked vigorously and the white smoke was emitted. The special smell of the cigarette lingered in the small space. The smoke was different from the smell of those cigarettes found in the market. Instead, it was a faint herbal smell.

Matthew frowned slightly. If it were not because of Dolores, he would not come to this kind of place ever.

The old sized up Dolores under the white smoke. Finally, his sight rested on the jade bracelet on her wrist. Then, he glanced at Charles. Charles nodded at him.

He stopped looking at her, “I can teach you but I will not leave here.”

Their interaction was secretive. Although Matthew seemed to not concern about the issue, he noticed it clearly.

He curved his lips slightly.

He wanted to know why Charles coaxed Dolores to come here.

He stayed still.

He seemed like an outsider that never took part in that.

“Can,” Dolores agreed.

“It is painstaking to learn the skill, are you willing to do so?” The old asked.

business. Just let

“I know.”

her, she never

ignored Theresa and said clearly,

room became silent

not in the past which the Kungfu skill would only be passed to one apprentice. He was just a

he only selected Dolores. Did he know that

did not bother Armand. He just looked at Dolores, “If you want to learn it, you should make me your master. Then, I will teach you

him her master but why did he only

She was surprised.

So, she did not answer

why?” A deep voice was heard in the living room. He did not look at anyone, he was playing with his daughter. It seemed

lines. He narrowed his eyes slightly. The old’s hand which held the cigarette pouch chattered when he saw the

he met the old’s suffering sight. The old did not expect that Matthew

their attention by

are insincere, you all can

person who excelled in the ancient skill would have a

fashion designer, she did not only care about the pattern

was useful

their father, he would not treat them shabbily in his identity. She did not have to plan for the future of her

work hard so that she was eligible to be the woman by his side. She did not want to be

because of his background. She would not depend on him even though

be like her mother that married a man and lost herself, her business and her social circle. That was why she lived sufferingly after

that made the painful memory etch in her

willing to make

he turned to

am sure,” she did not

had the right to

behind her and said slowly, “You will have to stay here for half a month if you want to

not because she had to stay there for half a month,

you are hesitant. I will not force you as it is a painstaking lesson. No one will have the determination to

wanted to learn how to make the

was why she