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

Matthew lifted his gaze and looked at the woman who was eating her meal at the table. He frowned deeply not because Randolph had died but because he believed that Jessica was directly related to Randolph’s death.

From the moment she had decided to restore her marriage with Randolph, Matthew felt that something was amiss. Just as he expected, Randolph died when New Year was not even over yet.

He walked to the front to the window. When he was sure that Dolores couldn’t hear him, he said, “Where did he die?”

“In his house. I am currently there. When I heard of the news, I was also shocked. He just died for no reason. Neither he had any terminal illnesses, nor he was struck by any disasters. Could it be divine retribution for his crimes?” Boyce said.

Matthew didn’t believe in superstitions.

This was a materialistic world.

“I will go there now.” If Dolores wasn’t related to this, he would definitely not interfere with this matter. He would not interfere with this matter even if Randolph was involved. He feared that Jessica was related to it.

Dolores and Jessica had depended on each other for many years and had a close relationship. Although Jessica had gone against Dolores’s wishes and restored her marriage with Randolph, he could see that Dolores cared a lot about Jessica.

Things would be fine if she was not involved in this matter. But if…

He ended the call and entered the restaurant. Dolores was looking down, so she didn’t notice him.

A strand of Dolores’s hair got in her face. Matthew who was behind her tucked her hair behind her ear and said softly, “I am going out. I have things to do.”

Dolores acknowledged his words.

“There is nobody in the house today. Go upstairs and nap for a while after you have finished your meal,” he spoke gently.

Dolores nodded and asked, “Are you going to the company?”

Matthew hesitated for a while and lied, “Armand and Boyce have organized a gathering and have asked me to join them.”

“Ok. Don’t drink. Alcohol is bad for you,” she said out of concern.

Matthew was taken aback. Immediately, his eyes showed happiness. His heart felt the warmth of her words. He knew that he had many habits, but he never cared about his health. He kissed her forehead, “Wait for me obediently.”

Don’t let them wait for you for too

words, grabbed his coat from the coat rack at the entryway and left the

long after Matthew

was still at the table, she

things. She walked closer to Dolores and bent down to

was really a bruise on Dolores’s waist. She widened

down her sweater hurriedly and seemed

tendencies? He abused you?” Coral widened her eyes in shock. If

like that. I accidentally knocked my waist,” Dolores lied in a

“How did you knock your

lowered her head so that her long hair hid her blushed cheeks, “I got that injury

escaped the dining room. She was terrified that Coral would

soup and shouted, “Are you full? You haven’t finished your

“I am already full.”

the back of her waist in the mirror, she saw the bruise on her waist clearly.

and tucked her sweater into her skirt so that it would not

but she could not fall

went downstairs, Coral was wiping the table. Coral did not have to prepare for New Year’s Eve dinner as they had decided to order dishes from a restaurant. As

shopping.” Since they were going to celebrate New Year, they should buy

“Sure. You should wear more layers of clothing. It is

with Coral. There were no chauffeurs on standby in the house, so Dolores drove her

Dolores, it was clear to her

smiled, “We are a family. Don’t mention

and felt warm inside. Despite the snowy weather,

Dolores’s beauty, but her kindness, friendliness and humility. Dolores had never put on airs about her status as Matthew’s wife in front

Sometimes, they were closely watched and regarded as potential thieves. If they didn’t do as

that she was fortunate to serve the Harris family and the Nelson family. Unexpectedly, Dolores was also easy

a very kind person. Coral earned her

Coral had accompanied and taken care of Matthew was longer than Victoria’s and Dolores’s

a kind