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.

still a young boy, but he

looked at him condescendingly, "Why did you

responsibility to his woman. Who's going to take care of his own women if he

didn't need his son to

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

surprised since he already knew

flaunting, as if he was saying that Matthew had been hogging his

shoulder, smiled but didn't say anything else. He turned back into the room and

them in his arms, turned around,

behind him,

to the room and knocked on the bathroom door. "Mommy, I brought

cleaning up the bathroom. She put all the

didn't go take her pajamas when she heard her son's voice but instead told

the door and

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

the bed, hugging and playing

water in the bathtub. When she had done cleaning up the 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

then whispered, "What are

half-dried, scattered all over her shoulder head. Her body was wrapped in a white towel, revealing her

gaze became

was most afraid of seeing him like this. She lightly struggled with her wrist, "Don't fool around, the

with a low voice, “Then let me

Dolores, “…”

voice,

“I know.”

Dolores, “…”

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

Dolores, “…”

have a

he did it

already plan it

she closed the

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