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

Matthew didn’t answer immediately, but closed the door and stepped in.

Dolores was more and more nervous and even her hands trembled unconsciously.

The more he didn’t talk, the worse the test result was.

“What you are worried about?” Matthew shook her hand. “I’m hungry, let’s eat something together.”

She didn’t move but looked at him.

Matthew sighed. He knew that she wouldn’t feel relieved without an answer.

He took Dolores’ hand and sat on the sofa. According to Dolores’ test result, an early delivery must be necessary, because her uterus was thinner than an average person. It was too dangerous to wait until the day of delivery because if the uterus ruptured, it could threaten her life.

The doctor’s advice was similar to the domestic plan. If she couldn’t deliver within seven and a half months, then she must rest in bed and the delivery would be extended to eight months at the latest.

“The doctor said our baby is in good health and there is no danger even if the baby is born early…”

“So we still need an early delivery?” Dolores interrupted him.

Matthew squeezed her hand, “Don’t worry, okay?”

“I’m not worried,” Dolores said, pulling back her emotions.

She stood up from the sofa, took his hand and said coyly, “Weren’t you hungry? I eat something with you.”

She kept her worries to herself and tried to look relaxed in front of Matthew.

Actually, Matthew knew she was pretending, but he didn’t expose it.

He was worried just like her. After all, it was his child and his wife, but he also couldn’t show his worry in front of her.

His negative mood would only make Dolores feel more nervous.

around her waist. “We don’t go out often, is there somewhere you’d

said, “I want

neither drink nor smell the smoke of the cigarette. What will you do

at some handsome

opened the car door for her and asked, “Am I

who are there,” Dolores said, sitting inside and

door, on elbow on the car door, and looked at her slightly, “Even if they are

can only look at

if I

Matthew, “…”

“You won’t get tired of it. You’ll just like me more and

laughed out and found that he was

relaxed a little when

branch company. The people in charge of the branch company knew that

the car door to get off and

Dolores bent down.

handed the keys to the restaurant staff,

very spacious and decorated with taste and personality. It was different from many other restaurants, which had many seats. It only had a total of seven or eight tables separated from each other, as if each

light was soft and made people

there were wearing a black vest, white shirt and a tie

down at a random table and the waiter, with one hand behind their back,

and handed it to Dolores, “Look

because of her health problems, the baby had to be born ahead of time. The atmosphere between Matthew and her was a little

pretended to be hungry and opened

all named in English and each dish had

the pictures, the dishes

they all were expensive

some light food

was socializing outside. He ate a lot of greasy

food, so she handed the menu to the