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

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

up, lowered his head, and looked at him condescendingly, "Why did you come

well? That was his responsibility to his woman. Who's going to take care of his own women if

need his son to

take mommy's

not surprised since he already

hogging his mommy for too long, and now it's finally his

He turned back into the room and took Dolores's pajamas out. Samuel

handed the pajamas to him, and Samuel hugged them in his arms, turned around,

behind him, walking

room and knocked on the bathroom door.

She put all the dirty

heard her son's voice but instead told him to leave

open the door and take

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

was rolling on the bed, hugging and playing

bathroom, she walked over to the door to take her clothes. Her clothes were hung on the door handle, and she could reach it by just 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 it was, she saw the approaching figure. From the gap, she could see a chiselled and familiar

whispered, "What are

his gaze lower. Dolores had just washed her hair, and it was blown half-dried, scattered all over her shoulder head. Her body was wrapped in a white towel, revealing her neck and delicate collarbone. Matthew's gaze moved even lower and

became

struggled with her wrist, "Don't fool around, the two children are still

said with a low

Dolores, “…”

in an even lower voice, "I need

“I know.”

Dolores, “…”

laughed and pinched her cheek, "If you don't want to let me in, then let me

Dolores, “…”

she have a

obvious that he

already plan it out, why do you still need my

she closed the