Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap

Matthew wasn’t able to dodge and Dolores fell into him.

Her forehead smacked painfully into his chin and her lips brushed against something stiff protruding from his body. The feeling was familiar, yet distant.

Dolores, stunned for a moment, quickly got up when she came to her senses. Then she realized her lips touched his Adam’s apple… She pressed her head against her forehead in pain and her face was burning hot from her blushing.

The contact also dazed Matthew and he slowly looked up at her. “If I’m a pervert, then what do you think you are?”

Before Dolores could reply, he sat up slowly, purposefully adjusted his collar, and touched the position where Dolores had kissed.

He laughed out loud. “We’re husband and wife. You can tell me directly if you want to kiss me. I’m not so petty.”

Dolores was speechless. Did he really think she wanted to kiss him? It was an accident!

“I don’t want to kiss you!” Dolores whipped around her head and quickly left the living room.

Matthew sat on the sofa, upset by what she said, and called after her sarcastically. “Then who do you want to kiss?” He scoffed. “The man who impregnated you?”

It suddenly exposed the fear and shame with all their glory. She didn’t want to talk about how she became pregnant. But the stiff manner which Matthew said ripped her heart open painfully. She was shattered,, but she maintained a strong front.

“Of course. I love the father of my child.”

‘God, this woman is something!’

“Ms. Flores, have you forgotten that you owe me something?” Matthew stood up, smoothed out his shirt, raised his head slowly, and looked at the petrified Dolores. “I need a translator. Come to the office to work from tomorrow onward.”

That was all he wanted for the land contract. It was for the better, as she would repay him for the land contract and wouldn’t owe him a favor.

“Okay,” she replied, then pushed open the door to her room.

Her face grew hot when she thought about what happened. She didn’t leave her room again until Coral informed her that dinner was ready, worried that she would run into Matthew. Even then, she really didn’t want to leave her room.

Matthew was already at the dining room table as Coral served dinner. Dolores walked over and ate, only looking at her food, refusing to look in Matthew’s direction.

Coral couldn’t accept their behavior. They were husband and wife, but they were behaving like strangers. She brought over a plate of roaster broccoli and placed it

likes to eat this,” she

to eat because she’d been taking care of him for a long time. Dolores was stupefied and didn’t understand what Coral meant. She was

her and signaled her to serve Matthew the vegetables. Dolores saw and realized what Coral meant. It took Dolores so long to understand

them on his plate. Matthew looked up and Dolores smiled. She couldn’t help it, as Coral was pushing

it in front of his nose.

in the future, she

would address her as Ms. Flores. Though Coral wasn’t happy about Dolores not coming home for

choked when she heard Coral addressing her as the missus and lowered her head even more. She quickly finished her food and didn’t even finish her water. “I’m done, please enjoy your meal.” She went back to the

with her?”

Dolores’ slim back and with a sinister grin. “She must not be used

for you?”

overhanging chandelier glittered and encompassed him. He picked up another piece of broccoli and

*****

house as Matthew was heading to work. Since she agreed to work at

she was changing her shoes, Coral

Dolores nodded.

the night out. You are a married

putting on her shoes

there wasn’t

take a leave of absence after she started working there and now she was going to resign.

for the job when you weren’t committed to working here? You’re really

was very apologetic. “I’m sorry, I’m so

the waitstaff walked in to say the amount of customers overwhelmed them

looked at Dolores. “Help us out today and you may leave after the

Dolores agreed out

change into her uniform. They

88,” the chef told Dolores when she went to pick up the

the plates onto her serving tray and

balancing the tray, she used the other hand to open the door. The room was lit brightly, spacious, and private. Only two people sat at the round redwood table and she