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.

to a problem in his family. I knew his shooting skill well, if he

Dolores had no idea.

there is nothing special, I'm going to hang

Dolores hummed faintly.

front of the floor-to-ceiling window while she was gripping her phone and thinking about what Boyce had just said. She knew what Boyce meant. If Matthew wanted Sampson dead, that shot might have killed

going through his

couldn't imagine what

other times she

that Matthew was standing at the other end of the corridor, his suit

didn't know what was happening to her

and expression were so cold

was fine and

around as he

"Matthew."

Dolores stopped him.

nor did he inquire as

so excellent that you have the potential to kill

a mistake. I wanted him to

skill was excellent, but when he saw Sampson strangling Dolores, he panicked and

took a slow and deliberate look behind him "Are you upset? Is that I irritated

eyelashes covered his emotions. He was silent for

"So, why are you..."

"I'm upset with myself."

without waiting for her to

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

beautiful eyes and teased himself,

shocked inexplicably as she sensed

firmly and put her entire face near to his heart. As she saw Matthew being like this, she felt nervous and afraid

me who made you feel bad?" She was agitated

were

for the sake of the two children since he had