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

The news was talking about how a big company in C city was acquired by WY Group from City B overnight. There was a stir.

The scrolling pictures suddenly showed Matthew getting out of a car in front of the WY Group building. It was only his side profile, but she could see the clear outline of his face. It was three-dimensional and even through the screen, she could feel the wintriness extruding from his.

“This is the first appearance of the president of WY Group after acquiring NL Group. He is currently not accepting any interviews and hence we wouldn’t be able to find out more about this acquisition.”

The pictures were all taken in secret. Matthew rejected all interviews and hence there were no pictures of him from the front.

Dolores lowered the car window and tried to listen more carefully to the news and see it more clearly on the screen. Her hands were on the car door and she looked attentively at the screen. The pictures changed very quickly and now the person in charge of NL Group appeared on the screen. He looked dispirited and had stubbles all over his chin. He looked crestfallen.

Theresa was focusing on the traffic light in front of her and didn’t notice that Dolores was looking at something. The red light turned green and she started the car.

The screen was quickly covered up by the other large buildings, and Dolores couldn’t see it anymore.

She pulled her hand back and rolled up her body into a small ball. She bit her lips and her sharp teeth poked through her lips. It was going to bleed but it seemed like she couldn’t feel any pain. She just wanted to suppress her longing which was roaring inside of her, but she wasn’t able to control her emotions well.

The feeling of loneliness. She wanted to cry but he wasn’t by her side to comfort her. She could only swallow her emotions.

She opened her eyes and tried to hold back the tears that were going to fall.

After a while, the car stopped in front of the building. The workshop was on the third floor.

Oscar’s car was parked on the side. Theresa peeked at it when she got out of the car. She reached out her hand and opened the door to the backseat. She said, “He sure is diligent, coming here every day.”

Dolores managed to calm herself down, but the stormy emotions in her hadn’t completely disappeared yet. She felt more complicated hearing about his news right now than when she left one month ago.

Who said that time would heal everything?

Why was she missing him more than before?

Time wasn’t able to heal all wounds.

her seeing that she wasn’t

it and looked up, she smiled awkwardly, “I’m getting old, it’s easy to lose myself in

She knew why Dolores was

on the third floor. Everyone was at work already. 11 embroidery masters, they all lived in this building. The building had 4 floors, the third floor

got her the place. The environment was nice and the rent wasn’t too high, it was still affordable

in, he was sitting in front of

master was one of the special ones amongst the 11 of them. Talented embroiders were usually older women, but he was a twenty-something years old young man. His face was fair and his facial features were refined. His hands were as delicate as women’s, they were slender and

stared at his fingers as he worked, he clicked

didn’t realize that those two were behind

him, “What’s

what was so

hearing Theresa. He looked up and was frantic, “You,

walked quietly, you

look at the embroidery. The blooming peony was embroidered with golden threads, the man was making a breast wrap and if something went

money would

“It’s unfortunate that

elegance, he would’ve been a graceful

Theresa was speechless.

that again and I won’t work for you again no matter how much you’ll pay me,” said Ashton Howard coldly. He didn’t even

profession, people tended to talk bad about him. People often called him a sissy. He hated people like that and wasn’t good at building a relationship

in the grand finale were embroidered by him, he couldn’t afford to

always act

at the car. He asked Theresa as Dolores

every day without

up the papers, she said, “She might be on the second

see

if she wasn’t on the third floor, she