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?”

but she was so tossed out of breath that

He knew that she was really tired, so he did not continue to torment her but instead he hugged her and slept. He gently patted her back and coaxed,

soundly. When she woke up,

the time. It was almost one o’clock.

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

would others think

went weak and she almost fell. Luckily, she held the bedside table quickly so she

she cursed

went to the cupboard to find herself a black turtleneck

see Victoria and Jayden

Year’s Eve and there was no one at the villa, so they called her over

discomfort. She did

He was looking at the year-end report but he did not want to look at it now. He stood up from the sofa

as she was

the stairs and walked towards the dining

in the kitchen,

chair and sat down as Coral brought her the hot dishes. Seeing Matthew enter, she went out sagely, “It’s snowing outside, I’ll go to the courtyard to enjoy the snow

back, braced his hands on her two sides, and put his lips to her ear,

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

completely treated Matthew as

cheek. The more Dolores ignored him, the more reckless he became, his hand

was annoyed and stood up angrily to glare at him, “Do you want to be shameless? If people see this, do you plan not

cute and

had gone out early in the morning with the two children and said that they

no one at

the only one here, there’s a whole family here. All the adults and children had woken up and I’m

was late, and he ... she had barely slept until morning, so she slept soundly. How could he

over and hugged her. Dolores

was scared

arms. To prevent her from struggling, he pressed her hands across his firm chest. He stuck at her slender back, nibbled her ear and asked, “Did I hurt you

were lowered, with light traces of water in them. She had begged for mercy from him many

she still

his head in the nook of her neck. He lost his control when he wanted her so much. He hoped that

her a part

wrong with me, I just can’t control it.” His voice was muffled into her

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

lifted his face from the nook of her neck and rubbed his cheek against hers, “I’ll be more gentle next

and rubbed, “I, can I