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

Dolores curled her lips. Her eyes were as clear as green waves and had a smile in them, "Since I've encountered such an incident, and they've been helping me, don't I have to toast them? But I'm not in a position to drink alcohol right now, so can you drink this glass of wine for me?"

As she spoke, she poured wine into the glass in front of Matthew.

Matthew glanced down at the full glass of white wine and curled his lip. It turned out that this dinner was a trap for him.

Then he smiled, still very dotingly, "I'll do as you say."

Armand blinked. It was as if he sensed an unusual atmosphere. And he couldn't help but wonder what the couple was doing. Were the two of them acting in front of them?

"Matthew, what are you..."

He couldn't help but wonder what they were planning to do.

"You must have worked very hard to deal with the social media news, so I want to thank you for that. If you don't want to accept my thanks, then you don't have to drink this glass of wine." After she got pregnant, she didn't look at her phone in the hospital except to answer calls. It was the day when one of the nurses viewed that news while the doctor was checking in. And she was watching that video and peeking at her at the same time. Then she found out the clues.

Then she made an excuse to let Coral go and watched the news on her phone.

Now that Dolores had said that, it was not appropriate for him to turn down her, so he had to lift the glass of wine. Then he still felt a little uneasy and stared at Matthew, wondering if he should drink the wine.

Dolores handed Matthew his glass. Then he looked down at her. Although he knew everything, he cooperated with her and took the glass from her hand.

The baijiu was not much milder than the red wine. After he finished the glass of wine, he felt very spicy. Because he hadn't eaten before, he was more easily drunk after drinking this degree of wine on an empty stomach.

Although Armand only drank a small glass of wine, when he finished it in one gulp, it was probably because he felt spicy, so his eyebrows were knitted together. He then used his chopsticks to pick up the food and stuffed it into his mouth to try to suppress the burning sensation.

Dolores looked at Matthew worriedly, who looked expressionless. He looked as if he had just been drinking water. Since she knew what he liked to eat, she picked up his favorite food with chopsticks and put it on his plate, "You'll have to eat something to remove the spiciness."

Matthew leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Are you worried about me?"

Dolores acted tough and whispered, "I'm not." As if to prove she was telling the truth, she filled the glass of wine in front of Matthew again.

She put the bottle down, "You should have had this one glass of wine with Abbott. He's helped you out a lot while you've been away from the office."

things I'm supposed to do. It's what

he looked fine, Dolores knew he must

him drunk,

worried about him, she refilled his glass again, "You need to make a toast to me. I married you at eighteen, but you gave me nothing. You didn't give me a wedding or a ceremony. Even

Matthew

at the corners of his forehead and the contours of his face stretched out in a taut line. Then his Adam's apple bobbed up

he refilled his glass, "Today I want to say something in

held Dolores in his arms, "I'm grateful to

table sat quietly

to make a toast to you for giving birth to Samuel and Simona for me," he said as he drained another glass of wine. Then he continued to fill his glass, "One drink from me does not express how sorry I am to you.

had never said those words to

three thousand days and nights. It was not only time that had passed away, but also many beautiful and joyful times that he

had not experienced the nervousness and anticipation of waiting anxiously at the door of the delivery room to become a

what his children looked like when they

know when his children had their first

talk. And he didn't know what the first words his children had said. And he didn't know whether his children

was like to hold a

what she wanted. Maybe those thoughts really brought up those sad

He was also drunk.

held Dolores, he didn't say anything and didn't let go

just wanted to hold her. He felt that only when he held this soft, warm, thinking

patted him on

her neck, "I'm not drunk. I

it to

fluttered, then she whispered, "I know. We've got days ahead

upstairs?" She looked at the three men across

was all about at first, it was perfectly clear to them later. It turned out this

did it, they