Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap

Matthew took a glance at him, “Don’t pry into my personal affairs.”

Abbott smiled ingratiatingly, “I did it because I was really curious. Ms. White had been staying by your side for a long time, and I think Ms. White is more suitable for you.”

“Abbott Baron.” Matthew uttered his name slowly, exuding an ineffably imposing aura. Abbott felt the chill and shivered. Just as he was about to explain it, his gaze met with Mathew’s spuriously smiling eyes. “Since you’re so interested in my personal affairs, what about having a seat and talking about this?” asked Matthew.

Abbott broke into cold sweats on the back and laughed awkwardly, “No need.”

Right at this moment, the lift arrived at the destination floor. Abbott hastily took a step backwards to distance himself from Matthew.

Matthew shot a glance at him and walked out of the lift.

Helen seemed to have known that Matthew would come back to the office at this moment and was waiting for him at the door with a document in her hand. When seeing Matthew walk out of the lift, she hurriedly walked over, “Mr. Nelson, this document requires your signature.”

She didn’t mention the things that happened yesterday.

Being unreasonably troublesome would only disgust him; while being sensible and obedient would help her win his favor.

Matthew took the document, cursively signed his name, and then handed the document, saying, “Let’s have dinner together.”

Was this compensation for her?

Helen smiled, “Okay.”

“You can choose the restaurant you like.” He was responsible for this woman after all.

Helen followed him while reporting the subsequent scheduling to him.

When they arrived at the door of the office, Helen closed the schedule file and asked, “What would you like to drink?”

“A cup of coffee, please.” He then walked into his office.

Helen came to the tea room to make the coffee. When she saw the newly-promoted manager of the human resources department leading Dolores to the tea room, she became a bit anxious. ‘Why Dolores Flores is here?’ She thought to herself.

Helen put down the coffee pot, walked out of the tea room, blocked the manager’s way, and stared at Dolores, “Why are you here?”

There were defence and shock in her eyes. It seemed like she hadn’t expected that Dolores would show up in the company.

Dolores smiled, “I’m a translator of the company.”

Helen clenched her fists, fixing her eyes on Dolores. So Dolores seduced Matthew after she left that day?

Otherwise, how could she be recruited by the company?

Dolores walked over and whispered in her ear, “My hubby wants to see me at every moment, so he asked me to work in the company. In this way, he can always see me.”

at her, “Who do you think you are? Ah?

to blurt out Dolores’ relationship with Matthew, since all the staff in

that Helen was anxious,

were destined to be enemies the moment Helen stimulated Jessica and caused her

her home ground, wasn’t it a piece of cake

herself,

White, do you know Ms. Flores?” The manager of the human resources department had discovered that they seemed to have some grudges against each other, but she wouldn’t say something rashly; instead, she pretended that she hadn’t perceived

in

blandly, “We’ve met before. Now that she’s the new translator of the

The

deliberately ignored Dolores and went back to the tea room

‘Why this woman is so childish? Does Helen think

if you’re busy, I’ll go to my hubby’s office and ask

had barely managed to control her mood, but was soon

this woman

smiled, “What is done by night appears by day. Ms. White, you’re

Did she

many details

only woman who knew about the truth, had been dead. How could she know about

said calmly, “Sorry, Ms. Flores, I don’t know what you’re talking

hadn’t you been to MY Apartment Complex?” Dolores asked

for a moment. It turned

expected that Dolores would

it was okay as long as she hadn’t

Helen pretended to be confused,

this topic, for both of them

most remote corner of

you arrange me to work in a corner,

the words, she

new project in A Country, yet the company

a rest, requesting

get off work, Dolores was still concentrating

had changed the suit she had been wearing during working time into a white, long dress. With her maroon hair and delicate make-up, she looked

walked over and wrapped her arm around his, “I remember that you favor the dishes of Sanskrit Sky Restaurant, so

nasal sound

over Dolores who was sitting in a corner, he

hastily explained, “There was only one vacant working position, so I could just ask her to sit there.” She then added, “I did

point it out, Matthew

choice for her to