Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap

She couldn’t say, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have gotten married to Matthew, and you can’t be together all because of me,” right? Those words sounded so insincere.

Their mothers arranged the marriage, so was there really anything she could do about it?

Matthew glared at Dolores, his jaw set, and took a steady step forward. An oppressive atmosphere permeated the air and Dolores involuntarily took a step back.

“I didn’t mean to upset you?”

Helen gripped his arm. “Matthew, don’t be angry. It’s my fault. I shouldn’t say all those words. You two are newly married, after all. I shouldn’t have come here. You should hurry off to bed, I’ll go back home.”

“You’re not the one who should leave.” Matthew grabbed Helen’s wrist and went upstairs.

Helen’s heart exploded with joy. Although Matthew made it clear he would be with her, he’d never actively proved it to her. Matthew’s action left Helen completely overjoyed. After all, Helen wasn’t the one to be with him that first night. She could only win his heart if she really had sex with him.

Dolores didn’t look up, but just turned and went to her room.

When Helen turned to look back, she saw Dolores’s thin and slender back about to enter her room. It just suddenly reminded her of the woman from that faithful night.

That night, Helen overcame the jealousy and hatred in her heart to find a virgin woman for Matthew. She was already at her tolerable limit in sharing Matthew.

She had paid little attention to the woman, and only saw her thin figure when she left. No wonder Dolores gave off a familiar feeling when Helen looked at her. That kind of feeling didn’t just come out of nowhere.

The woman that night might be Dolores – just whenever such an idea came to her mind, her heart throbbed in fear and panic. She couldn’t let Dolores stay with Matthew. She didn’t want to have to see the woman who gave her virginity to him continuously. And she couldn’t let them have too much time alone together in order to prevent Matthew from discovering the truth. After all, Dolores was a woman who was with him that night.

After entering the room, Helen let go of her inhibitions and immediately embraced Matthew’s thin waist, burying her head in his chest and saying tenderly, “Matthew, let me be your woman again.”

As she spoke, she looked up to kiss him, but Matthew hesitated. Despite seeing Helen’s initiative, he didn’t have the desire or drive a normal man should have. Except for that night, he had never thought about making love to her.

Just as Helen’s lips were about to reach his, he turned his head away. Helen did not manage to kiss him.

tugging at his collar, which was nowhere

a little restless. He wasn’t sure why, but he did. Perhaps it was because he didn’t have the impulse a man would be expected

into fists, and her eyes shimmered with tears. “Matthew, is it because you don’t like

his voice and putting his arm around her

was a woman. She understood all too well what it meant if a man couldn’t get excited about

eyes turned red and puffy. Tears stung her

it all, but she was patient and

night, she was also that stoic. No matter what he did, she didn’t make

covered her with the blanket and sat

too much. If we’re

his personality well. Even if he didn’t

put his jacket on the sofa. He sat on the sofa

*****

washed and changing, Matthew was sitting at the dining table reading financial

while sitting at the end of the table and distancing herself from them. She was eating her

who was now like a worthless coward, Coral’s brows furrowed. If Dolores was Matthew’s legal wife, why was she being so humble in front of

at the head of the

newspaper in his hands too as he looked at Coral. Dolores and Matthew stared at each other, and they were both stunned. When Dolores thought of the night before when

away,

the reasoning for Coral’s less formal manner of speaking to

her and Matthew was just a deal where both of them gained their respective advantages. So, Dolores felt she shouldn’t disturb his private life any more

she smiled. “I’ve

Matthew cared a lot about Helen,

quickly, as if a tremendous wave of

looked at Dolores, who was fleeing and narrowed