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.”

in a full black suit. His strong and straight silhouette could

not bothered, and seriously not

I really value our relationship, not because of just our

trust you, 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,

away his hand, she only wanted to leave this place as soon as possible. She was afraid she would lose even more control if

didn’t want to become a spiteful woman because of him. But at this moment, she had

forward and held her waist in his arms. Dolores kicked around in his arms, “Let

her hands and pressed it on his chest, “Stop fooling

he had never explained himself to anyone

and neither did he care

it a certain

mean that I have not done anything to betray

eyes were dark like a bottomless

later widened her

couldn’t

hand, if I don’t explain, does it mean that

his palm, “Hearing you say all this, I

eyes brimmed with tears, and she widened her eyes

best among all

Dolores, “…”

am I

you are

flashed across Dolores’ eyes, “Then what do

gaze moved down from her face, to her neck, to her chest, and his gaze fell

face burned red, she pulled back her hands, “Quick let go of me, I want

her head, slid down 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 not

were lightly grazing her earlobes, “I am saying that

not flushed red.” Dolores retorted. His

“Am I blind then?”

You are

Matthew, “…”

still hugging me in this way, if

Matthew, “…”

for

and not outstanding. But

away, “Who’s

kissed her lips, when Dolores struggled, he bit her