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

Everyone had already come when Matthew and Dolores came down. Theresa took care of Simona, and Samuel was able to feed himself without the help of others.

"It appears that I’m not that late, as I'll be just in time for dinner." Charles entered in his wheelchair.

He stared at Dolores with a smile on his face. "You said you'd treat me to dinner, but I had to come up to you to get a meal. It shouldn't be you treating me. Instead, it should be me treating you."

Dolores returned and encountered the doll prank which made her forget about it. Dolores felt sorry about that, "I'm sorry that I forgot."

"It's OK. Didn't I come here to seek for you?" "How about treating me to a meal in the morning?" Charles said as he glanced at Matthew.

"Mr. White, are you too poor to purchase a meal?" Matthew teased Charles as he faked a smile. He placed his hand around Dolores’ shoulder and slid it to her waist. With a strong snap, Dolores' body was instantaneously stuck to his body.

"If it was not Ms. Flores who treats me to a meal, then it would be meaningless and tasteless no matter what I eat" Charles said as his gaze skimmed over the big hand around Dolores’ waist. His gaze flickered slightly as he smiled gently.

Dolores’ gaze darted back and forth between Charles and Matthew as she wondered why she had the impression that they were actually comparing and fighting with one other.

Why did the atmosphere become so tense?

She couldn't go back on her word, because she was the one who recommended treating Charles to a meal. "That's OK, you may join us".

Charles grinned as he glanced at the table not far away, where all her family members had seated half of the table "Is it proper to ask me to dinner with so many people? Shouldn't you inquire as to what I'd like to eat?"

"Sorry that I’m not considerate enough so where and what does Mr White want to eat?" For a time, Dolores’ expression changed subtly as she hadn't expected Charles to become so picky today.

He used to be very easy-going.

"Turn right out of the hotel, there's a breakfast shop named FSB not far away. The breakfast from the store is delicious, I particularly like the leaf-lard bun from the store, I wonder if Ms Flores, could you treat me to have it?"

"Alright," Dolores replied as she kept her grin on her face.

Dolores didn't appear to comprehend at this point in the conversation that Charles just wanted her to invite him alone, so Charles spoke up and reminded her, "You're inviting me alone, right?"

Dolores said without hesitation, "Yes".

it suitable for Mr Nelson to follow?" He said

pushing

of his tongue, but just as he was ready to let them out, he felt

the edge of his shirt and said, "Daddy come and eat, I peeled eggs

a good girl," Dolores said as she touched her daughter's hair. "Then please take care of Simona," she said as she looked

peeled for you...," Simona drew Matthew to the table in

remarked as he approached

to the front as he turned his wheelchair

wasn't far and Tom who

are you?" Charles spoke as she

forgot so I should be the one who feels guilty," Dolores

asked just you out

his persistence in calling

and it's not good to talk about that inside, which is why I called you

so early and

although she was forced to repay by Matthew. But anyhow she still considered Charles as her friend and did not hurt

have your words." "The store is right in front,"

to

things matter, but eating is more essential. I can't let

reached the door, someone opened the door and brought them to the compartment without having to say anything. They were then served with the store's special

as he picked up

filling in it. As she clipped up and was about to put it into her mouth, Charles reminded, "Eat it up with just a bite otherwise

and the filling which was with a strong seafood taste occupied her mouth. It was not greasy but satisfying. Just with a bite, they could eat something that was so wonderful. She covered up as she knew that

enjoy it," Charles said as she gave her a

in her mouth and scooped a spoonful of porridge. It was white porridge, there was no unique

was then washed and put into a ceramic jar. Next, pour in the bone soup. Simmer it

for good food?" Dolores asked

fixed on the gently swirling water in the cup. After a while, he slowly lifted his eyes, "I’m not really studying. I mean, I