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.

her eyebrows furrowed. Her hands struggled,

him, “If you continue messing around, I won’t control myself anymore, I don’t care if you’re not conscious. No big deal,

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

looked at her, and heard her even

Matthew, “…”

she fallen asleep

already decided to not control himself. And

him, she had

Just like that?

Knock knock –

the doctor.” Boyce’s voice rang

blanket properly. Her whole body was

looked very decent, Matthew then

to Boyce stood a doctor who was wearing a pair of glasses, in his hands was a medical

let them

knew Matthew had some reservations, so he said, “I went to look

be anyone playing tricks

turned his body sideways

doctor followed him over, putting the medical box on the table, took out the thermometer and placed it in Dolores’ ear. With a press of a button,

high fever, it’s 41 degrees, how did

water.” Matthew

if she fell into the water, it would be strange not to have a fever,

be coldness in her body, make some ginger tea

looking at the lady in bed, her

on it the intake and quantity, put it on the table, “Let her eat now. When her fever cools down, and

down.” Boyce

back up after a while,

you were wet too, so I got the hotel chef to

him, and finished his ginger tea. He passed the bowl to him, and took

“Alright.”

empty bowl and went out. Matthew put the ginger tea on the table and helped Dolores sit up. Dolores was just getting comfortable in her sleep, she was unwilling to move. Now that she was