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

“A little.” The general managers of several branches had toasted him, he had to drink.

He got even closer, the hot air from his words sprayed next to her face, tingling and itching. Dolores slightly turned her head sideways. Matthew pinched her face to make her upright and looked at him. He asked, “Does it smell bad?”

Dolores nodded, “It’s all the smell of alcohol, what do you think?”

“Then I’ll go bathing.” He smothered a laugh, “Do you want to bathe with me?”

Dolores blushed in shame and pushed him, “Don’t be silly.”

Seeing her blush, he smiled even deeper. He stood up from the bed and went to the bathroom.

Soon the sound of rushing water came out from the bathroom.

Dolores wrapped herself tightly in the quilt. She was inexplicably nervous.

Not long after, a low voice came from the bathroom, “Help me with my clothes.”

Dolores looked up and looked at the glass door of the bathroom, remembering that she had put the only bathrobe on when she took a shower. There was none inside now.

She held her forehead as she forgot to put another set inside.

She got up and went to the cupboard to find a new set. She did prepare these household items when she moved here. She tore off the label, walked to the bathroom door and knocked, “Here you go.”

Soon, the door of the bathroom was opened and a grip was placed on her wrist. Before she could react, she was pulled inside and she was pinned against the wall.

He had just taken a shower. The whole bathroom was foggy. His firm body was covered with dense crystal droplets of water.

“What are you doing ... Hmm...”

Before she could finish her words, she was kissed on the lips and drowned in his passion.

...

A pair of shadows shifted on the glass door of the bathroom.

It was fiery and long.

Dolores did not know when he would finish. In the end, she lost her strength and relied on him to hold her, or else she would have lain down.

In a daze, she was carried to the bed and wrapped in the quilt. She was exhausted but there was still someone making a mess on her mouth. She used all her strength to bite his lips. Matthew frowned and soon he stretched his brows. He asked in a muffled voice, “Still want to continue?”

out of breath that the word she came out was

he did not continue to torment her but instead he hugged her and slept. He gently patted her back and coaxed, “I’m an asshole, I’m

slept soundly. When she woke up, no one was around

at the time. It was almost one o’clock. She opened her eyes

not just Matthew here. Victoria and Jayden were here too. Why

would others

went weak and she almost fell. Luckily, she held the bedside table quickly so she did not fall. She stood and rested for a while before walking. When she went to the bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth, she noticed the marks left by Matthew. She

her mind, she cursed Matthew a thousand

face and brushing her teeth, she went to the cupboard to find herself a black turtleneck jumper and a plaid skirt. After tidying

did not see Victoria and Jayden in the living room, otherwise,

up already?” It was New Year’s Eve and there was no one at the villa, so they called her

to hide her discomfort. She did not look

voice, Matthew shut his computer. He was looking at the year-end report but he did not want to look

him as she

walked down the stairs and

for you in the kitchen, I’ll

her the hot dishes. Seeing Matthew enter, she went out sagely, “It’s snowing

his hands on her two sides, and put his lips

her head, held the bowl with both her hands and took a sip of hot

treated Matthew as

The more Dolores ignored him, the more reckless he became, his

you want to be shameless? If people see this, do you plan not to

face, he found it cute and laughed lightly, “There’s no one at

out early in the morning with the two children and

no one

the adults and children had woken up and I’m the only one sleeping. What do

he came back, it was late, and he ... she had barely

came over and hugged her. Dolores pushed his

was scared

his arms. To prevent her from struggling, he pressed her hands across his firm chest. He stuck

in them. She had begged for mercy from him many times

she still had

head in the nook of her neck. He lost his control when

make her a part of his

don’t know what’s wrong with me, I just can’t control it.”

over thirty years. He’d held it in for so long. It was terrifying

nook of her neck and rubbed his cheek against hers, “I’ll be more

rubbed, “I, can I