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

tell you go over there when

take care

strangers here. Don’t be so polite.” Theresa smiled and closed the

“Okay.”

and walked towards Boyce’s door, raised her 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, and

not used to his

happened that made him suddenly so serious that when he

a word, but

shined the room at an angle, and it was bright. Matthew Nelson was sitting on the sofa with

was a

asked, “What’s going on with everyone?

looked at

like how silent Matthew

a while, Matthew took his time and asked, “What did

paused. Was he mad that she went out to

the usual type of pettiness.

she thought, but she didn’t have the

porridge.” Dolores didn’t dare to say a

not even dare to

to be mad if

Charles found her, “He purposely called me out, for he actually wanted

after hearing what

had never seen him laughed mockingly. She

necessarily a prank.” Standing by the window, Boyce stood straight and

turned and looked towards him,

not a prank, then what

a baby like that, it

still did

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

thought of choosing

was also a mother? What kind of person could

was holding her heart. Breath was stuck