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?”

of breath that the word she came out was as

covered with his marks. 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, “I’m an asshole, I’m an

woke up,

up, took her phone from the table and glanced at the time. It was almost one o’clock. She opened her eyes widely. Had she slept all

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

others think

held the bedside table quickly so she did not

she cursed

to the cupboard to find herself

slightly relieved as she did not see Victoria and Jayden in the living

was no one at the villa, so they called her over to spend New Year's Eve with them.

to hide her discomfort. She did not look at Coral’s eyes and gave

shut his computer. He was looking at the year-end report but he did not want to look at it now. He stood up from the sofa and looked at her,

him as she

walked down the stairs and

in the

dishes. Seeing Matthew enter, she went out

on her two sides,

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

treated Matthew as

more Dolores ignored him, the more reckless he became, his hand reached down from the hem of her shirt to her jumper

to glare at him, “Do you want to be shameless? If people see this,

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

early in the morning with the two children and said that they

no

a whole family here. All the adults and children had woken up and I’m the only one sleeping. What do you want the elders

that you are very tired.” Last night when he came back, it was late, and he ... she had barely slept until morning, so she slept soundly. How could he have the heart

hugged her.

scared

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

were lowered, with light traces of water in them. She had begged for mercy from him many times but he did not

still had a burning up

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

to make her a

just can’t

thirty years. He’d held it in for so long.

and rubbed his cheek against

and rubbed, “I, can