Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap

Helen tried to keep calm as she replied, though the tears were welling up behind her eyes. “She is always around you all the time, and if she works for you, later on, you two will only get closer to each other. I’m scared you’ll begin to develop feelings for her.”

Since there was no point in hiding the truth anymore, Helen decided to come clean with her intentions to clear Matthew’s doubts. She was doing everything because she was afraid of losing him.

She blinked her huge watery eyes. “You’ve known me for a long time. You know very well how much I love—”

Helen stammered slightly while holding back her tears and continued, “I fear the day I would lose you, that’s why—that’s why I decided to meddle in the hiring process.”

Matthew frowned and replied, “I’ve already told you that we are going to divorce each other in one month.”

Helen was completed clear about that. If not for the fact Dolores was the woman from that fateful night, she was willing to wait as long as it might take. She’d waited all those years anyway, so one month was nothing. However, she felt like her patience was running out. She couldn’t let Dolores become too close to Matthew. She didn’t want that to happen.

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“Dolores, this is for table number two. Go serve them.”

Dolores nodded, but there was a nagging pain in her lower abdomen area. She didn’t know whether it was because she didn’t sleep well last night, that she had been standing at work for a long time, or a combination of the two.

She carried the tray of food and headed toward table number two, but before she reached the table, she caught a glimpse of Helen. And sitting opposite her—she didn’t have to wrack her brain to identify him.

Dolores hesitated for a moment but could regain her composure the next second. She was at her job and couldn’t avoid facing them.

With a polite smile plastered across her face, she greeted them politely, “Your food is here.”

When she placed one dish in front of Matthew, he suddenly grabbed her wrist. “What the hell are you doing here?”

His tone was demanding and chilly. His gaze stayed on her attire. With a white shirt, black vest, and short skirt, it exposed her long legs for every man to see. He stared at her legs for a few seconds, and his expression gradually darkened. What kind of attire was this? Who was she showing off her body to? She was a married woman, so why did she have to go to such an establishment to work?

Dolores maintained a formal smile and replied. “I got a job here.”

his eyebrows slightly, and his anger was palpable. She’d been pursuing money for that translation job last night, and now she was even taking on a waitressing

go

Matthew’s actions. She was just earning

held Matthew’s hand and whispered. “Matthew, people are

marriage. Helen didn’t want Matthew to let

before he could suppress his anger.

you

moment. Beads of cold sweat were already forming on her forehead. She wanted to argue, but her current physical condition wouldn’t allow her to do that. She could only pick

she could, she put down her tray and rushed into the bathroom. The sudden attack of pain scared

she stood by the sink and spoke to

earn money to take good care of her mother and the child in

talking to herself. Her gaze

“The baby doesn’t belong to Matthew,

step around Helen, wanting to leave the

baby is two months old?” Helen

in her tracks and turned back to the woman. “How did you

baby bump,” Helen replied, thinking of a

baby could be Matthew’s too. As expected, she couldn’t let Dolores stay by Matthew’s side any longer. Helen suddenly had

walked out of the bathroom and was immediately pulled out of the

was already uncomfortable and after being pulled around in such a way, she felt the intense

yell at him, but her voice was weak

her to the curb and only then loosened his grip.

her with a deadly serious look on his face. “If you need money, you can just tell me. No need for this whole

had degraded to such a state. A few days ago, he had just seen Randolph toting his family around to splurge in luxury shops. Then there was Dolores, working as

by the road to support herself. If she let

Nelson, we’re not really a couple. This is all business. You don’t have to be mad at