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.

Sampson was choking her neck, Matthew had lost his mind. He usually would deal with a proper way. But, this time, he was

if Mrs. Leslie

cold.” She took the initiative to wrap

opened the car door respectfully. He held her in

door

talk on the way as if

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

Theresa Gordon had gone to the hospital. Mrs. Leslie was now in the

expect this, it’s my

had watched over Mrs. Leslie, such an

didn’t expect

accident,” Dolores said

kids are in the room. I’ll deal with Sampson.” As Boyce just about to leave, he seemed to think

equipped with

then Dolores realized that the gun Matthew had used

on Boyce’s gun. If he lost it, he would be

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

good mood. Boyce wanted to ask what happened

probably in a bad mood. You may go and try to save

Boyce nodded.

entered the house. She took off the coat she was wearing and hung it on the coat rack. Matthew didn’t take off his

his coat in the house. He put down Simona, shook his shoulders and the coat slipped off. Dolores took it,

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

nose, “Daddy was out for

shoulder, buried her little face in his shoulder, and said with a muffled voice, “I thought you were out on a date with mommy. Can you take me

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

back after

to the hospital and her condition was unknown. They certainly couldn’t

with me?” She pouted and said,