Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap

Dolores paused when she saw the two of them. Beulah raised her eyebrows at Dolores.

“Mom, isn’t that Dolores? Why is she here?” Annabelle wasn’t able to suppress her anger as well as Beulah could. “Was she here to eat?”

The food at Lan-Kwai was delicious, expensive, and not a place for normal people to dine at. How could Dolores dine at such a place?

Beulah scoffed. “She married into the Nelson family. Although her husband is a cripple, his societal status and wealth are genuine. It shouldn’t be any surprise she can patronize this kind of place.”

Dolores didn’t want to talk with them and wanted to walk away, but Annabelle blocked her path.

“You just married a cripple. Even if you can come to this high-class establishment, you’re nothing but an unpresentable bum.”

She looked at Dolores’ outfit from top to bottom as she spoke and laughed sarcastically.

“Step aside!” Dolores said coldly.

Annabelle didn’t. “What’s the hurry? Are you ashamed to marry a cripple?”

Abbott frowned and was about to order Annabelle to stop blocking Dolores’ path when he saw Matthew walk over and quickly retracted his hand.

“Dolores, why are you still so shabby after marrying into a wealthy family? Is it because even the cripple despises you?” Annabelle laughed sinisterly as she continued. “Don’t take after your mother who can’t even hold on to her man.”

At that point, Dolores also caught sight of Matthew walking over and couldn’t help but stare at him with eyes wide.

Annabelle noticed the change in Dolores’ expression and thought that she was angry and escalated, “Dolores, this is your destiny. Your father abandoned you in the first half of your life and dumped overseas to fend for yourself. Now you have to serve a cripple for the rest of your life, bearing life of burden…”

“I’m afraid I have to disappoint you,” a deep and manly voice said; one soft and impressive, but not to be underestimated.

“Who do you think you are…”

Annabelle turned and saw a man approaching her. He wore a well-tailored, slim-fitting business suit. He stood tall, his legs long and slim. He held his head up high and his lips full with dashing, chiseled looks. His eyes were profound, lofty, and cold.

He strode with confidence in each step and chilled the hearts of those watching. His indifference and depth of silence highlighted his nobility. He exuded a sacred aura that filled everyone’s sight. Annabelle stared in shock with her jaw hanging open.

‘He, isn’t he a cripple?’ It stunned her into disbelief. ‘How could this be possible?’

eyes of Annabelle and Beulah, Matthew draped

a couple of seconds before looking up at

deepened slightly, and he smiled

at his legs until her eyes were ready to pop out of their

“Aren’t you crippled?”

was also

back at their

toward the

and fear and her legs wobbled. “How can that be? Matthew

happened?” Annabelle lost her self-control and grabbed Beulah’s arm. “Why aren’t

her senses after a while.

“Mom…”

and frustration.

Matthew wasn’t

*****

boiling in anger. A property the Flores Group had invested in had a collapse and the company was being

Knock, knock.

but just as he was about to shout, the door opened and Beulah

as she saw Randolph’s gloomy expression, her heart jumped and asked.

was bothering Randolph and said as

and looked at Beulah. “A venomous snake bit him. Wasn’t it diagnosed to be incurable? How could

Randolph also didn’t know about this.

expression turned serious. “He can

it from?” Randolph asked, interrupting Beulah

ourselves.” Annabelle

down and walked towards Randolph. “Father, we must

now? Randolph frowned as the recent development truly startled him and he was puzzled.

did he spread the

guess. “Could it be something dissatisfied him with the marriage arrangement with the Flores

silent one could