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

With a muffled “thump” sound, Sampson Herbert’s eyes widened, and he slowly turned around. In the darkness, there was a tall figure shrouded by the streetlights. His coat fluttered wildly in the wind. He stood still as if his feet were nailed on the ground. No matter how hard the wind blew, he didn’t falter. He held a gun in his hand and looked arrogant.

Sampson’s eyes getting wider and more hideous. The corner of his mouth kept twitching, “You, you…”

Without the strength to support, his legs went limp, and he fell to his knees.

Dolores Flores saw him collapse in front of her.

She breathed a sigh of relief, and her body swayed in the wind. When she got back her senses, she untied the belt that bound her hands. Then, she immediately went to hug Mrs. Leslie who had been thrown on the ground, “Mrs. Leslie.”

Dolores went to check if she was still breathing. She was still alive.

“Grandma.” Armand Bernie rushed over. Dolores used her last strength to say, “Hurry up, get Mrs. Leslie to the hospital.”

Armand glanced at her. He carried Mrs. Leslie to the car. He was worried about her, and he snapped at the bodyguards,” Hurry up!”

When Dolores was trying to get herself up from the ground with one hand, someone suddenly clutched her wrist. She could see a pair of polished leather shoes. As she gradually moved her gaze upward, she saw a pair of slender legs and a chiseled face.

Matthew Nelson gently held her up. Dolores was lifted up and instantly fell into a strong, warm chest. She raised her head. The wind was strong, and her long hair fluttered in the wind.

Matthew stroked a strand of hair from her forehead and placed it behind her ear.

Luckily, she overcame it. She smiled. Her eyes was beautiful, they looked so clear and pure, “It’s all right, you came in the nick of time.”

His expression remained rigid after her words and became stiffer. He grabbed her over to him and Dolores crashed into his arms.

Dolores had a vague sense that he was frustrated. As she tried to speak, she saw two bodyguards approaching, who were carrying Sampson and then throwing him into the car.

Dolores had never seen Matthew look so violent. Her voice was a bit low. Instead of asking why he had a gun, she asked a question she was more concerned about, “Will he die?”

Sampson was wrong and should be punished, but Matthew couldn’t punish him privately.

If Sampson died, Matthew would be against the law as well.

lost his mind. He usually would deal with a proper way. But, this

wondered if Mrs. Leslie was

go back. I’m cold.” She took the initiative

and headed towards the car. The bodyguard opened the car door respectfully. He held her in his arms and sat

car door was

the way as if they

had not yet recovered from the terrible scene, while Matthew was still blaming himself. If

arrived at the hotel. Theresa Gordon had gone to the hospital. Mrs. Leslie was now in the hospital and

didn’t expect this, it’s my fault.” Boyce Shawn

over Mrs. Leslie,

nothing dangerous as what could Sampson do alone? But he didn’t expect that Sampson was

accident,” Dolores said

to leave, he seemed to think of something, and he looked at Matthew,

was equipped with

the gun Matthew had used

code on Boyce’s gun. If he lost

and gave it back to Boyce. Then, he passed him and went

wasn’t in good mood. Boyce wanted to ask what

in a bad mood. You may go and try

Boyce nodded.

off the coat she was wearing and hung it on the coat rack. Matthew didn’t take off his coat and he went to hug Simona. Dolores walked over, “Take off

if he was still wearing his coat in the house. He put down Simona, shook his shoulders

you been?” Simona asked coyly, wrapping her arms around his

nose, “Daddy

said with a muffled voice, “I thought you were out on a date with mommy. Can you take me out with you next time you go out? I’m bored

stroked her back, “It’ll need to wait a little

they could have gone back

to the hospital and her

with me?” She pouted and