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

She stepped over and picked it up, the caller ID showed that it was Boyce, her grin slowly froze. She looked at her kid and said, "Don't be too vigorous as you just took a shower and you'll be uncomfortable if you sweat."

"Got it." Samuel stopped and reply her.

Matthew became weird as he returned from outdoors.

Dolores didn't realize what was wrong with him. His phone rang while she was giving a bath to the two children. It was Abbott Baron phoning, possibly he called work because he turned on the computer after answering the phone. After he sat down, he didn’t get up.

She picked the phone up, and before he could respond, she said, "Wait a minute."

Boyce responded by answering Ok.

Dolores placed the towel in her hand in the bathroom, then she walked to the door and looked back, the two children were still having fun on the bed while Matthew was still engrossed in his work. His long fingers kept tapping on the computer, he didn't see Dolores leaving at all.

Dolores gripped her phone, turned around, and exited the room. She closed the room door behind her.

Matthew’s hand stopped tapping on the keyboard as the door closed.

When he turned to face the locked door, his deep eyes became emotionally watery.

Dolores strolled to the end of the hallway and looked out at the not-so-glorious metropolis. The night landscape was with sparse neon light, she was unsure what type of news that Boyce would bring to her.

But she knew she'd have to face it sooner or later.

"Go ahead," she said with her eyes slightly down.

"Don't worry, Ms. Leslie is OK, Armand is not someone who can't manage the situation. About this problem, he won't even think about it, and of course, he won’t blame you, Sampson has also been saved, he didn’t die, you don't have to worry about it."

Dolores exhaled a sigh of relief. Thankfully, Ms. Leslie was unharmed, and Sampson didn’t die also.

Even if Sampson was guilty, they couldn’t lynch him.

"I’m a bit confused." Suddenly, Boyce spoke.

"About what?" Dolores inquired.

doesn't. He had undergone training with me but he quit halfway due to a problem in his family. I knew his shooting skill well, if he wanted

Dolores had no idea.

I'm going to hang

Dolores hummed faintly.

was gripping her phone and thinking about what Boyce had just said. She knew what Boyce meant. If

through his thoughts

couldn't figure it out, as she couldn't imagine what was going through

other times she felt

end of the corridor, his suit crumpled from sitting for too long, but it did not affect his excellent looks, but added some

know what was happening to her as

expression were so cold as if she was talking to

me that Ms. Leslie was fine and that Sampson was not dead," Dolores said

around as he hummed

"Matthew."

Dolores stopped him.

return his gaze, nor did he inquire as to what was going on. He was simply waiting for her to

that your shooting skill was so excellent that you have the potential to kill

a mistake. I wanted him to

he saw Sampson strangling Dolores, he

"Are you upset? Is that I irritated

long and thick eyelashes covered his emotions. He was

"So, why are you..."

"I'm upset with myself."

without waiting

her head and murmured calmly, "You have a habit of self-mutilating, do you?

eyes and teased himself, "I've

inexplicably as

her entire face near to his heart. As she saw Matthew being like this,

who made you feel bad?" She was agitated and at a loss for

lips were pressed

a phrase in his mind that Dolores was in a relationship with him for the sake of the two children since he