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

Dolores was confused from her fever, she didn’t catch what Matthew had said fully, only managing to hear that sentence of ‘I won’t touch you’. She let go of her hand in peace.

Matthew took off her knitted sweater, on her crystal-clear skin were still traces of water. She was cold and her body was still shivering, she twisted and turned her body, wanting to find a cosy spot. Matthew looked at her, her cheeks were red because of the fever. Her hair was moist and sticking on her cheeks. It looked very similar to an intense night when her sweat had drenched her hair, and that sexy look when she had been drained of all energy.

Matthew felt his whole body heat up, if Dolores wasn’t sick, this time, he really wouldn’t control himself.

He inhaled deeply, and turned away his gaze, covering the blanket on her.

When her clothes were taken off, she felt her body warm up, and she reached out to tighten the blanket around her.

Matthew turned up the heat in the house, he picked up the clothes on the floor and put them in the bathroom. He closed the bathroom door, put on some hot water, took off his own clothes and took a hot bath. After that he changed into some clean clothes. With a dry towel in one of his hands, and another hand rubbing his hair, he walked out to the side of the bed. He threw the towel used to rub his head on the table, and used the other dry towel to wipe Dolores’ face and hair.

He had taken a hot bath, and his body temperature had restored. That’s why he could touch her. He carried her up, and put her under the blanket.

Dolores could feel the heat from his body, she hugged him and snuggled in his arms, her head as if a little kitten, burying in his neck.

Matthew looked as if his soft spot had been triggered. Not moving, his muscles clenched tight. Dolores was not wearing clothes, her tender body was moving around on his body, and his feelings were swaying.

He wasn’t someone with no self-control, but in front of this woman.

His self-control, was literally a joke.

Dolores was in a blur, totally unaware of the situation she was in right now. She was cold, and wanted to find a warm place to snuggle in, and this warm place was Matthew’s arms.

Her hands were not honest, because she realized, this warm place was blocked by something. She wanted to remove this thing.

Matthew lowered his head, and looked at her hands which were tugging at his bathrobe. His eyes were dim.

His Adam’s apple was moving up and down, his voice was low, “If you continue messing around this way… I’m afraid, I can’t control myself.”

He was a human being, please don’t test him in this way.

Dolores completely couldn’t hear what he was saying, she only wanted a warm ‘place’.

Helplessly, Matthew clutched her hands.

someone, feeling uncomfortable, her eyebrows furrowed. Her hands struggled,

was raging within him, “If you continue messing around,

but she stopped moving, and Matthew tried to let go of her hands, and she stopped moving

and looked at her, and heard

Matthew, “…”

fallen asleep just

already decided to not control himself.

she had fallen

Just like that?

Knock knock –

gotten the doctor.” Boyce’s voice

got down from the bed to cover Dolores with the blanket properly. Her whole body was wrapped up, only her head

very decent, Matthew then went to open

doctor who was wearing a pair of glasses, in his hands was a

let

he said, “I went to

be anyone playing tricks in

body sideways and said softly, “Come on

followed him over, putting the medical box on the table, took out the thermometer

a high fever,

water.”

She must have suffered from chills in the water. In this weather, if she fell into the water, it would be strange not to have a fever, “Let her fever cool down first, I will prescribe some medicine to let

instructed, “She has suffered from chills from falling in water. There will be coldness in her body, make some ginger tea for her to

looking at the lady in bed, her face was even redder compared to just

table, “Let her eat now. When her fever cools down, and she breaks out in a bit of sweat,

you, I’ll send you down.” Boyce sent

only came back up after a while,

you were wet too, so I got the hotel chef to make two bowls.”

bowl to him, and

“Alright.”

helped Dolores sit up. Dolores was just getting comfortable in her sleep, she was