Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap

Matthew frowned and felt like he’d been cheated on.

In the living room, Coral was already up to make breakfast.

Seeing Dolores sitting alone on the sofa in her pajamas, Coral gave her a beaming smile. “Did you sleep well last night?”

Coral assumed Matthew wouldn’t come back last night as he was with Helen. However, Coral had heard a noise in the night so she got and found out that Matthew had come back last night and even slept in his room.

The woman on the couch was the wife of young Master Nelson. And since the marriage was arranged by the late Mrs. Nelson, so naturally, Dolores must be a good woman. The young master was finally married so Coral, who’d been taking care of him for years, was happy for Matthew.

Her tone and expression sounded too obliging and made Dolores uncomfortable.

Dolores’ lips curled into a stiff smile. “Quite, quite good.”

“Then hurry up and change clothes. I’ll prepare breakfast and it will be ready by the time you’re dressed.”

Coral walked into the kitchen and started making breakfast.

Dolores looked down at her pajamas. The clothes she’d brought were still in the room.

Matthew should be done with his shower and have gotten changed already, right?

Dolores stood and headed to the bedroom. She stood in front of the door and knocked softly a few times. No one answered. She knocked again but she still didn’t get a response. Not wanting to still be standing in the hall, she had no choice but to open the door. The door wasn’t locked and it swung open the moment she pushed on it.

However, the moment the door opened, Dolores was greeted by an icy wind that chilled her to the bone as if it were winter in December.

Matthew sat on the edge of the bed coldly staring at a piece of paper.

That paper…

As soon as Dolores saw the paper Matthew was holding in his hand and the mess on the floor, her heart fell and her blood boiled. She experienced total humiliation as her privacy was being completely ignored.

Dolores ran over to him, snatched the paper, and asked, “How can you touch my things without my permission? Haven’t you ever heard of privacy?”

Matthew sneered. “Privacy?”

The way he smiled was particularly creepy, “You married me with a bastard in your belly and now you come lecturing me about privacy?”

explain but she was suddenly at a loss for

and his steps seemed almost robotic. Each step seemed to change

me, what

father of her illegitimate child and make the child be the first grandchild of

merely a way to

about it, the

her body quivered. She walked backward until she ran

marriage was only a short-term arrangement, and that’s why I-I hid it

thick with eerie intimidation.

definitely can’t be muddled through. If I have any deceitful or wicked thoughts, I swear I’ll die miserably. Moreover, if I cause you any

Matthew couldn’t help but notice it. He glanced at her

you tell me

so easily. Her hands protecting her abdomen slowly clenched into fists. The child was unexpected for her too, but it was her child, after all. She’d already lost her

she would be with her and the three of them could live together

everything that happened that night, she couldn’t help but tremble and she wiped her cold and clammy hands on her shirt. “I-I also just found

mother yet. She didn’t dare mention the battery of tests she had done in the hospital. She didn’t want to

pregnancy to cause such a huge commotion. The last thing she

still very young, but she surprisingly… How promiscuous was her

spoke in a warning tone. “You better be obedient for this one month, if I find out

any trouble. I’ll be obedient, and if I do anything out of line, I’ll be entirely at

trust, she wouldn’t let him doubt her motives. She was already in a difficult situation, and it

with probing eyes, as if he

Knock knock…

the door and Coral’s voice

his anger. “Clean up the floor, I’ll see you

speaking, he turned around and left

while she regained her strength. As soon

ultrasound, tears trickled down her cheeks and dropped on the pictures. She wiped her face and told herself that she couldn’t cry as crying was a sign of weakness. She couldn’t be

it in her bag. Then, she changed into her clothes and headed

dining room and there was an empty coffee

sigh of relief, glad she wouldn’t

a seat at the dining table and ate

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