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

Chapter 376

Dolores touched her forehead, thinking that she's too absent-minded. Luckily, there's a towel in the bathroom, after she finished her shower, she could ask her son to help her get her pajamas from upstairs.

After thinking about that, she put her mind at ease and lay comfortably inside the bathtub.

After a long while, she got up from the bathtub, took a shower, and washed her hair. Then, she wrapped herself with the towel, walked to the dry area, and shouted to her son outside without opening the door, "Samuel, can you help mum go upstairs and get my pajamas?"

Samuel raised her head and looked towards the frosted mirror bathroom door but couldn't see Dolores's figure at all. He asked, "Where did you put it?"

"It's at the cabinet under the bathroom window." She intentionally put the pajamas in the cabinet in the bathroom so that she could directly wear her pajamas after her shower, instead of wrapping herself in a towel and wear her pajamas when she got out of the bathroom.

"Okay, wait for me while I get it." Samuel put his tablet down, slid off the bed, put on his slippers, and ran upstairs. He ran quickly, rushed in after he opened the door. However, he didn't realize that there was a person at the door, and directly slammed into that person. Then, he touched his forehead, raised his head, and saw that it was Matthew, who was wearing the same grey-coloured silk-textured pajamas as him.

He blinked his eyes, lowered his head, looked at his pajamas, then raised his head and looked at Matthew.

Matthew squatted down and took Samuel's hand off, which was on his forehead, "Is it painful?"

His forehead was not reddened.

Samuel shook his head and said, "It's not painful."

Samuel thought for a moment, then asked, "Did mommy make your pajamas too?"

In the past, Dolores only made pajamas for both him and his sister.

Matthew didn't know if it was made by Dolores. Dolores was the one who gave him the pajamas, so he always thought that the pajamas were bought.

Matthew looked at the pajamas on his son and his and found out that they were of the same quality and style. He asked, "Your mommy made it for you?"

Samuel nodded, "Most of our clothes were made by mommy."

Dolores was a fashion designer. She was familiar with fabric materials, and she had sewing machines in her store, so it was convenient for her to make clothes.

Samuel looked at Matthew and warned him, "You must treat my mommy well."

Mommy had treated him well.

young boy, but he had an imposing

lowered his head, and looked at him condescendingly,

well? That was his responsibility to his woman. Who's

his son to warn

head, "I'm here to take mommy's pajamas. She's going to

not surprised since he already knew

had been hogging his mommy for too long, and now it's finally his turn to

the little boy's shoulder, smiled but didn't say anything else. He turned back into the

them in

followed behind

the room and knocked on the bathroom door.

cleaning up the bathroom. She put all the dirty

son's voice but instead told him

door and take it

then hung the clothes on the door handle. He went back to bed and took

rolling on the bed, hugging and playing with

opening a small gap on the door. As she grabbed her clothes and tried to pull her hand back from the gap, someone suddenly grabbed her hand. She got tensed for a moment, and as she wanted to ask who

frowned slightly, then whispered, "What are

head. Her body was wrapped in a white towel, revealing her neck and delicate collarbone. Matthew's gaze moved even lower and saw

gaze became hotter and

this. She lightly struggled with her wrist, "Don't fool around, the two children

with a low voice, “Then let me

Dolores, “…”

in an even lower voice, "I need

“I know.”

Dolores, “…”

her cheek, "If you don't want to let me in, then let me sleep downstairs

Dolores, “…”

have

obvious that he did

glanced at him resentfully, "You already plan it out,

that, she

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