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

Dolores Flores took a look at the bright sun. It was another wonderful day. She should not have thought badly of a person. Perhaps, she was pessimistic because of how Sampson Herbert hurt her.

“It’s nothing. I am just saying. I have arrived.” Dolores pointed at the hotel not far away, and stopped walking, “What about you?”

Charles White sighed, “I thought you would invite me in.”

“That is your place. If you want to go inside, then go in. Even if you plan to not live at your house and come to live at the hotel instead, I don’t think that I have any right stop you.” Dolores shrugged as she got nothing to say.

Charles blinked his eyes, and thought that it was a great idea.

“How come I have not thought of this?” Charles rubbed his glabella, “I have decided that I will stay at the hotel for now.”

Dolores was speechless.

‘What’s wrong with this person? He has a house but he will stay at the hotel?’

Charles didn’t explain. He intentionally wanted to mess with Matthew. Who let Matthew to hang up his call in the morning, and even said that he was from the customer care.

The more Matthew Nelson loathed him, the more Matthew didn’t want him to be close with Dolores, then, the more he wanted to do the opposite.

Giving him obstacles was a good idea as well.

Dolores made no judgments of other people’s matters.

“I’m going inside.”

“Okay.”

Dolores went inside to the hotel’s restaurant. There was not one person here. She then went upstairs. Beside the elevator were bodyguards guarding as no one can freely come here whenever they wanted. After the baby incident, even the waiter she knew could not come up to this floor. The bodyguards nodded with respect after seeing Dolores. Dolores wasn’t a type of person who would put up her attitude and she smiled back to them.

There wasn’t any outsider at this floor. Theresa Gordon’s room wasn’t closed, and Dolores saw Theresa painting with Simona Flores inside the room. It was rare for Simona to be this quiet, so she didn’t want to bother them. Samuel Flores was lying on the bed solving problems; there was nothing to be worried about him.

Theresa spotted Dolores standing by the door, and patted Simona’s shoulder, “Auntie will go pour water. You paint first.”

“Okay.” Simona didn’t even lift her head as it seemed that she was interested on painting.

Theresa went to the door, “You came back already?”

nodded, “Where are

Boyce Shawn’s room. They say to tell you go over there when

smilingly nodded, “Please take care of

here. Don’t be so polite.” Theresa smiled and closed the door, “You

“Okay.”

hand to knock the door. Immediately, the door opened from the inside. It was Armand Bernie who opened the door, and this time he was not particularly garrulous,

little not used

happened that made him suddenly so serious that when he was not working, he was

word, but turned sideways to let her come

and it was bright. Matthew Nelson was sitting on the sofa with his slender body figure leaning on the sofa at a reclining position. No one

atmosphere was a bit

asked, “What’s

and looked at her. Just

didn’t like how silent Matthew was. She somehow felt that

took his time

that she went out

person wasn’t the usual type of pettiness. It’s just a

she thought, but she didn’t have the guts to say

buns and porridge.” Dolores

even dare to

was probably going to be mad

her eating, she told him why Charles found her, “He purposely called me out, for he actually wanted to tell me about Lacey Ward. He trusted Lacey, didn’t believe

hearing what

him laughed mockingly.

by the window, Boyce

looked towards him, “What do

prank, then what

her, “I mean for a baby like that, it could

did not get

old, she was pregnant. The baby was born, but then tragically

was why she thought of choosing this creepy

felt painful. Was it because she was also a mother? What kind of person could be so cruel to kill a living

was holding her heart. Breath was