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

"I don't know what it is. The doorman said there was an express parcel for you. I took a look at it and saw that it had your name on it, so I brought it to you."

Theresa looked at it and found no sender's name or address, and it was still in a folder, "Is it a file or something?"

"You'd better open it and see." Theresa handed it to her.

Dolores reached for it and tore open the seal. Then she saw that it didn't contain papers, but a stack of photographs.

It seemed to pique her interest. She reached out and took the photos out, but every single one of them was obscene.

That was not the point. What was more serious was the person in the photos.

The blood on her face faded little by little, and her hands trembled, but she didn't stop looking at the next photo. And each one looked explicit.

When Theresa saw Dolores didn't look right, she leaned over, "What is that..."

Before she could see it, Dolores put the photos back into the folder and clutched the flap of the folder tightly. And she was afraid someone would see the photos inside. Then she acted as if nothing had happened, "It's nothing."

"But your expression doesn't look good to me." Theresa frowned.

Even though Dolores said she was fine, the look on her face didn't fool Theresa, and her expression clearly didn't look like nothing had happened.

Theresa stared at the folder in her hand. She wondered what was inside that could change the look on her face in a split second.

"I'm probably just a little tired. Theresa, just leave me alone for a while." Dolores turned her back on her.

Now she needed to calm down.

Theresa said, "Okay." Since Dolores wouldn't talk to her, Dolores probably just didn't want to talk to her. She just hoped that if something happened, Dolores wouldn't bury her feelings alone deep down in her heart. And she hoped that Dolores would tell her when she calmed down.

After all, if one more person knew what was on her mind, it would be one more person to give her advice.

After Theresa left, Dolores pulled a chair and sat down. After she calmed down, she took out the pictures again and looked at them. Even though she was prepared, it still hit her hard when she looked at the photos again. After all, the protagonist in those photos was someone she cared about.

Those photos were many explicit photos of Matthew and a woman lying on a bed. And there were a lot of photos, and the faces on each one looked very clear.

No matter how she looked at the photos, she couldn't see anything wrong and couldn't tell if the photos were real or not.

She told herself in her mind that the photos must be fake and someone must have sent them to her on purpose.

But she still felt very painful in her heart.

down, for if she was

to her was unsigned and unaddressed, so the sender obviously didn't want her to know. And

sure what the person's purpose was in doing

about her relationship with

she couldn't figure

problem. After thinking about it, she found an unused folder, put the

out of the room, she saw Theresa receiving a guest, so she didn't

smile, "I picked these grapes from the vineyard when I passed by

she had no appetite at all. Nevertheless, when confronted with Oscar's kind gesture, she smiled

I'll go wash these grapes." Oscar carried the basket inside. Soon, he held a plate of clean, green grapes, which were not very big but looked clear. Then he

grapes, and all she could think

"Can two people who have nothing to

mouth and looked at her, "Why are you

saw Oscar, she tried to find a reason for herself to reassure herself that the

could then tell that the photos she saw were fabricated, which

curled her lips, "I

change their faces through plastic surgery. Even women who didn't have that much money to get plastic surgery

photos could be very

said as he pointed to the grapes, "Why don't you eat such sweet

just had a meal, so I can't eat now." She made an excuse because she just couldn't eat. After hearing

"That's fine. Just eat those grapes when you want to. If you think they are delicious, you can tell me. I'll go

Dolores said, "Okay."

the factory?"

days, because the previous ones were enough for a

in the factory can appreciate this kind of fabric." Theresa

it when Theresa called him an

as you know what you're doing is fine." He

a white T-shirt with yellow trimming around the collar and cuffs. He was wearing a pair of

looked him up and down and

you looking at me like that?" Oscar looked down at the

think you look handsome in what you're wearing." Theresa knew he loved to hear such words. And it was his taste and preference. And he liked to wear fancy

when he heard Theresa say he looked handsome,

a good relationship with Dolores. No matter how fancy the clothes he wore looked, because he looked older, she didn't feel it was appropriate to call him by his first name directly, so she called him uncle, just

spending two months with him, they worked

looked playful, he was actually very reliable. He had few shortcomings other

And he also always thought that fancy clothes would make him look young, making others feel