Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap

As Dolores stood in front of the door to Matthew’s office, she sucked in a deep breath and after a while, she finally mustered enough courage to knock on the door.

A faint reply came from inside the room, she then pushed the door open...

The decor in Matthew’s office was very modern and simplistic. The color scheme was minimalistic, bringing out his maturity and all-encompassing empathy. On one side was a French window that allowed a generous amount of sunlight to pour into the office. If one were to stand in front of the window they would be able to take in the view of the whole city.

Matthew was busy scanning documents. He didn’t even raise his head in response to his visitor.

Dolores stood in front of his desk and held the translated document out for him to see.

Matthew didn’t accept it, he simply said. “Put that on the table.”

Dolores placed the documents on his desk before attempting to broach the topic of bringing him along with her back home. However, she was struggling to say anything.

Should she just say, Mr. Nelson, can you come with me back to my home for a while? Dolores was sure that she would get rejected instantly if she tried that one.

Matthew probably thought the visitor was Helen as he asked, “What’s the matter?”

He flipped over the document while keeping his head low. His eyes never averted from the documents.

“Mr. Nelson, I want to ask you for a favor,” Dolores said, finally mustering enough courage.

finally noticed the unfamiliar voice, he looked up and saw Dolores

a hasty smile as

eyes, but it was fleeting. Her appearance in his office was something he’d probably never

file while leaning back in his chair. He slowly scanned her from face to her feet. He was studying her with the utmost care, missing none of her extraneous features.

have a favor to

Nelson, have you realized that I’ve been plagued by trouble lately because

Matthew was surprised she had actually said

what she’s been doing, Mr. Nelson. Yesterday, my life was even in

was cupping his forehead while massaging his temples. He didn’t respond for quite a

pounded in her chest.

me back to the Flores family for once?” Dolores repeated her

very hoarse and soft.

to ignore her frustrations. She wanted to rephrase her request, but after turning the idea around in her head for a while, she still thought she was being a little inappropriate. As she continued to wrack her brain, her gaze fell on his

suddenly had an idea. She walked behind his desk and over to him

and shut

so she tried to press on his temples

his skin, she felt

must feel a little uncomfortable; so she lessened her strength while asking tentatively.

answered

rub his temples on both sides of his face, exerting the exact amount of pressure he seemed to like. His skin was devoid of excess fat and was very elastic. From her perspective, she could take in his well-sculpted face, neck, Adam’s apple, and side profile. It was a very sexy sight. Dolores averted her gaze, not wanting to lose herself in such a