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.”

silhouette could be seen clearly. At this moment, there was no hint of emotion on

not bothered, and seriously not knowing

I am angry.” Dolores poked at his chest, “Do you know that I really value our relationship, not because

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 ice. However, towards you, I feel like giving whatever I can to sustain this relationship. But now I realize, all this is perhaps just me blindly contributing on my own. Matthew, stop pretending to be nice

place as soon as possible.

want to become a spiteful woman because of him. But at this moment, she had already

waist in his arms. Dolores kicked around in

hands and pressed it on

this age, he had never explained himself to

and neither did

think of it a certain way, he would let them

that I have not

dark like a

widened her

couldn’t help

I don’t explain, does it mean

“Hearing you

sure since when, Dolores’ eyes brimmed with

impressive education, she is not the best among all the women that I

Dolores, “…”

am I really

you

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

face, to her neck, to her chest, and his gaze fell

hands, “Quick let go

her spine. It finally fell on her waist. With a strong pull, Dolores’ body

“I am saying that you are very good at giving me

red.” Dolores retorted. His gaze just

“Am I blind then?”

You are

Matthew, “…”

hugging me in this way, if you’re not blind then what

Matthew, “…”

for him to say

are ugly, and poor, and not

away, “Who’s believing

when Dolores struggled, he bit her