Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap

After trying on the dress, Dolores stepped out of the changing room and once again looked toward the changing room where the man and woman had been speaking. The door was tightly closed.

“That dress suits you well. It matches your temperament.”

The salesperson had good judgment and taste in fashion; she could pick clothes that fit her customers by just looking at them. The long pale blue dress Dolores wore made her skin look even paler. The ribbon around her waist highlighted her slim figure. She was underweight, but it just made her look more delicate.

Feeling satisfied with the dress choice, Randolph went to pay for the dress. He then only realized the dress cost nearly five thousand dollars. However, since it was the Nelson family she was going to meet, Randolph gritted his teeth and paid the money. He then turned to Dolores and spoke to her in an icy voice.

“Let’s go.”

Dolores had felt his cruelty for many years, both as a child and after he abandoned her, yet his indifference still made her uncomfortable and caused her heart to ache. She lowered her head and followed him to the car.

After an uncomfortable ride in silence, the car soon stopped at the main entrance of the Flores villa. The chauffeur opened the door for Randolph. Randolph got out of the car and Dolores followed close behind.

Standing in front of the villa, Dolores was in a trance for a few seconds. While she and her mother had been struggling to scrape by because of her brother’s condition, her father was happily living in a stylish villa, enjoying life with the other woman. Dolores couldn’t help but clench her fists.

“Why are you still standing there?”

Having sensed that Dolores was not following him, Randolph turned and saw her stupefied expression as she stood at the entrance. Dolores hurried after him. Hearing from the maids that the Nelson family still hadn’t arrived, Randolph let Dolores wait in the living room.

They placed a piano near the French window in the living room. It was a Seidel piano and was made in Germany. The price was exorbitant. Her mother bought it for Dolores’ fifth birthday. Dolores liked piano since she was a baby and started learning piano when she was four and a half years old. After Randolph had sent them away, Dolores hadn’t had another opportunity to play. She couldn’t help but reach out and touch it, feeling familiar and excited at the same time. She lightly pressed a key and a melodious tinkle rang through the room. Because she had not played it for a long time, her fingers were very stiff.

“Who allowed you to touch my piano?” a clear and angry voice called from behind.

saw Annabelle Flores standing behind her, fists clenched. Dolores remembered Annabelle was one year younger than her and recently turned seventeen. She had inherited her mother, Beulah Shawn’s,

“Your piano?”

fists and kept on telling herself not to act on impulse. She still had to wait to regain the things that rightfully belonged to her and her mother. She had to endure it! She was

day the Nelson family was arriving and her father had brought Dolores

abroad. She knelt on the ground and wrapped her arms around Randolph’s leg, begging him

sure you’re thrilled that you were able to guilt your farther into bringing you back,” Annabelle scoffed, crossing her arms in front of her chest and staring at Dolores with contempt. “You shouldn’t be happy though, as the reason Dad brought you back was only so you would marry the son

gloat over Dolores’ misfortune that she had to marry a disabled

say anything, a maid

Nelson family is here.”

a wheelchair being wheeled inside. He had defined facial features and a charming look. Even though he was wheelchair-bound, nobody showed him any

the boutique. Was he the eldest son of the Nelson family? Back at the changing room, she had seen quite clearly that he could stand

was still figuring out why Matthew was pretending he was disabled, Randolph called her over.

respect and a maid brought over a chair so Randolph could be the same height as Matthew.

felt sorry that a dignified man with such charming looks had

age. Noticing how skinny Dolores was, most likely from malnutrition, he wrinkled his eyebrows. This was a marriage arranged by his late mother. As a son, he could not break the promise in good conscience. And it was because of that, he spread the word that he could not

with Dolores and quickly explained. “She’s still young and has just turned eighteen. If she could have a good life, she must be a beauty.”

sneered to himself. He couldn’t tell whether Dolores was a beauty or not, but he did sense Randolph’s peculiar behavior, and the fact

icy look, he lifted one of his eyebrows. “I was injured during my business trip abroad and I’m afraid I can no longer walk. I can’t fulfill

that,” Dolores replied instantly.