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

Facing Dolores’ questions, Matthew wasn’t in a hurry to explain himself. Instead, he leaned back on his car seat drunkenly. He squinted his eyes, as if he hadn’t heard clearly. “Hmm?” He mumbled.

Dolores pursed her lips, “He wants to set you up with that woman?”

This time, Dolores didn’t refer to Jeffery as ‘uncle’.

His actions today had crossed her boundaries.

Matthew moved his body, leaning his body back casually, “Probably.”

Dolores, “…”

Suddenly, Dolores stopped the car by the road. She turned to look at him, “You have nothing else to say to me?”

Matthew slowly raised his eyes, and met her angry gaze. His eyes carrying a tinge of laughter, and he asked, “What should I say?”

Dolores felt a little hurt. She didn’t ask much from him. On the issue of relationships, she had only hoped that they could trust each other.

She was willing to trust him.

However, on the basis of being responsible towards this relationship, shouldn’t he give her an explanation?

She really wanted to protect this relationship, but…

She retracted her gaze. She turned off the engine, “You drive back.”

She felt that she needed to calm herself down for a bit. She was afraid that she couldn’t control her emotions while being in the same room with him.

She got out of the car, shut the door, walked along the pedestrian pathway.

She raised her head, trying to let the breeze wake her up.

Matthew got off the car and chased after her. He clutched her arm, “Where are you going?”

Dolores tried to fling his arm away, but his hold on her was tight.

“Can I have some alone time?” She said softly, using up the meagre rationality that was left within her.

“Are you jealous?”

“No.” Dolores was quick to deny.

“Then why are you angry?”

“I’m not angry.”

“You are.”

suit. His strong and straight silhouette could be seen clearly.

not knowing why she was reacting

that I really value our relationship,

and trust our relationship. Do you know that? Your attitude makes me very insecure, very uncomfortable, very afraid. I am afraid that this relationship is all my own imagination. I have seen Jessica’s failed marriage. Towards relationships, I feel as if I’m walking on thin

away his hand, she only wanted to leave this place as soon as

him. But

her waist in his arms. Dolores kicked around in his arms, “Let go of me, let

hands and pressed it on

age, he had never explained himself

good at it, and neither did

think of it a certain way, he would

you, does it mean that I have not done

were dark like a

She later widened her eyes,

couldn’t

the other hand, if I don’t explain, does

held her head with his palm, “Hearing

with tears,

not the best among all the

Dolores, “…”

I really

said you

light flashed across Dolores’ eyes, “Then what do you think I’m good

down from her face, to her neck, to her chest,

face burned red, she pulled back her hands, “Quick let go

and brushed past her spine. It finally fell on her waist. With a strong pull, Dolores’ body immediately fell on his body, and there was

grazing her earlobes, “I am saying that you are very good at

Dolores retorted. His gaze

“Am I blind then?”

You are very

Matthew, “…”

and poor, and not outstanding. But you are still hugging me in this way, if you’re not blind then what are

Matthew, “…”

she was waiting for him to

and poor, and not outstanding.

away,

lips, when Dolores struggled, he bit her