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

Suddenly, Dolores called him. She wanted to ask how Armand was doing, but she didn’t speak it out. She wanted to cook the noodle soup for him first. He must be starved since he hadn’t eaten for a whole day.

“Pardon?” Matthew looked back at her.

“Nothing. Go get changed.” Dolores curled up her lips into a faint smile to him.

Matthew could tell that she wanted to ask about something and understand what she wanted to ask. However, he didn’t expose it and wasn’t in the mood to discuss it with her. He couldn’t tell her anything without finding Theresa or Armand.

He went upstairs, and Dolores went into the kitchen. Since she came back with the children, in the afternoon, Coral went to the supermarket and bought a lot of ingredients. The fridge was full already. Opening it, she looked up and down. Finally, she took out the meat, green peppers, some green vegetables, and tomatoes.

She washed all ingredients. While cutting, she put a pot of water on the stove to boil, which could save her some time.

She sliced the lean meat and marinated it with starch and eggs with seasoning. The cured meat would be particularly smooth and tender. She cut green peppers and tomatoes during the marinating time.

On the second floor, Matthew took a shower and put on pajamas. The texture of silk was soft and smooth. Although he wore a long-sleeved shirt and trousers, he didn’t feel muggy at all. He stepped down on white indoor slippers and went to the children’s room to see the two kids. At this time, both children were sleeping. The villa was extremely quiet, and only a slight noise from the kitchen was heard.

He walked over and stood in the dining room, from where he could see the slim figure busy cooing. He didn’t move, just looking at her in silence. He enjoyed it very much, feeling the warmth from the bottom of his heart.

In fact, the life he longed for was pretty simple, which was just like this moment -- his kids and wife were with him together. After he finished work and went back home, someone was waiting for him at home.

He would ask for much, as long as she was willing to make him a noodle soup personally.

When Dolores was putting the noodles into the boiling water, she was hugged from behind. She looked back, and the tip of her nose touched his cheek. He had just taken a shower, so she smelt the fresh scent of the shower gel.

She gently pushed him with her elbow. “Wait for me outside. It’ll be ready pretty soon.”

Matthew wrapped his arms around her waist, covering her belly with his palm and touching it gently. He bent over his upper body and pressed his chin on her shoulder. “I want to watch you do it.”

in anger. “I feel bothered if

don’t care.” He insisted on holding

speechless. “I’m not as good at cooking as Coral. Just make do with

is cooked by you, I would love it.”

Before the noodles were fully cooked, she put the lettuces and turned over the gas off. Since Matthew was holding her like this, she couldn’t move around. She patiently said, “Could you

but he didn’t go out. Instead, he pulled her away. “I’ll put it

was about to put the

but he didn’t find anything wrong. “Don’t we

wondered what

“This is a rice bowl. You should put the noodle soup into a noodle bowl because it’s big enough for the soup. The rice

took out a white glazed noodle bowl, and gave it

the bowl with the noodle soup, and Dolores took the stir-fried dishes to the dining table -- stir-fried tomatoes with eggs and stir-fried green pepper with sliced meat.

a chair, she sat down. Matthew put the noodle bowl on the table and sat down opposite her. “Would

tomatoes with eggs in this way. Dolores didn’t need to tell him again, and he

stir-fried tomatoes with eggs together.” He believed that it would save much time. It was way too troublesome in the current way. Dolores needed to stir fry the

didn’t retort him. She said, “I’ll try

but also be with a strong flavor.

and took a bite. The meat was quite tender. After the marination, the meat’s smell had completely gone. He

“In the past, I could only cook the noodle soup with the stir-fried tomatoes and eggs. After giving birth, I

prepare three meals for her children. However, she had to work, so she could only make certain time to

the past six years. When listening to her

clock on

didn’t take a nap again after being woken up

upstairs and sleep.” Matthew could tell how sleepy she was. He