Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap

Chapter 35: A Rare Opportunity

Helen entered the office with some documents in her hands, and when she caught sight of Dolores, a hint of brutality flashed across her eyes.

Was this woman trying to seduce Matthew while she was gone?

Matthew was hers. Dolores should never trespass this area!

She wanted to slap Dolores so much.

However, at this moment, Matthew spoke up instead. “What’s the matter?”

“I need your signature on this document,” Helen hid the brutality away immediately, forcing a smile while answering him.

He grabbed the documents and started to leaf through them. He paused to ask Dolores to leave. “You’re not needed here at the moment. You may leave us now.”

Dolores gave him a small nod before exiting his office.

“Matthew, she—”

“I have asked for her to translate something for me. Is there something wrong with that?” His face was unfazed as he interrupted her.

There were no traces of him lying by looking at his face. He was secretly taking responsibility for what had happened to Dolores recently. He knew full well about Helen’s unfriendly attitude toward Dolores, but he couldn’t do anything to change the situation.

He had some responsibility when it came to Helen.

“No, nothing.” Helen walked over and started to give him a massage. “You can leave such things to me in the future.”

Matthew simply mumbled some response.

*****

After getting off work, Dolores stood by the road next to the building. She saw a black car slowly emerged from the garage and she unconsciously straightened her back. She knew the identity of that person in the driver’s seat.

The black car rolled to a stop in front of her. Abbott wasn’t with Matthew so he was driving himself. The window rolled down and Matthew’s calm gaze came into view.

Dolores was wearing a red dress with a flat collar. Her waistline was accentuated and the dress reached just below her knees. Her pale legs were exposed to the slightly chilly night air.

As she felt his burning gaze, Dolores hastily explained. “I didn’t want to be dressed too casually and embarrass you. After all, I am still your ‘wife.’ ”

She was deliberately giving the explanation because she was afraid Randolph would see through her lies and realize they didn’t love each other.

During afternoon break, Dolores had specifically returned to the villa and picked out the particular dress. She’d never worn it before. It was given to her by Sampson on her eighteenth birthday.

Dolores was always fair-skinned and the bright red colored dress was able to emphasize her skin’s contours even more. Her collar bones were sculpted and her neck was without any excess fat. She exuded charm.

She was a sight to behold.

A faint glint appeared in Matthew’s eyes and he dully said “Get in the car.”

She sat in the passenger’s seat while thinking about what would happen next. Since they were returning to the Flores family home, she had to put on her best performance.

Matthew was strangely too calm and Dolores couldn’t guess what was on his mind at all.

Could it be that her attire was not appropriate? She rarely wore anything that stood out like the bright red dress. Back then, Sampson had commented that it suited her very well.

across Matthew’s handsome face. He looked like someone who only

distant, just like their

voiced her concerns. “Is

but his fingers jerked

body a little, while not wanting to continue the

of them spoke for a while and a blanket of oppressing silence hung over the air

gaze swept over his hands gripping the steering wheel. His fingers were long and chiseled. His fingernails were immaculate. It was another sight to behold. His fingers had the same impact on others as his face. It was an

His gaze was

she’d been staring at him for some time. She

his lips curled into a devious smile. “Is my face more

to hear him and even pretended to fall

in her heart. Where did his aloofness and

he suddenly sound like a

roughly twenty minutes, the car stopped in front of the

than usual, and Beulah had been busy preparing the dishes for dinner. The scale and quality of the food were very acceptable, in

is home,”

“This is a

retaliate, even if she comes at us with fury. As long as she lends you a hand in the company’s matters, I can still do all of this for you considering I can be of no help to you in the company. So, she can vent her

his sentiments toward her in the past. “When the crisis in the

of approval, Randolph went to the door, wanting to welcome Dolores and

standing next to Matthew, holding the contract regarding the piece of

at her and

suit and together

come in. I’m so honored you could join us

his usual arrogant and entitled

just nodded slightly while keeping his

slightly when he realized that Matthew wasn’t going to banter with him and ease the tension in the air. He hoped Matthew would have a different

realized he was rapidly losing face and had to do

laughed. “He’s

expression as he

the table. At the sight of her guests, she flashed an insincere smile. “You’re finally here. Come sit down. Lola, you would never have thought that your dad asked me

her with a smile on her face. They were just putting

you don’t have

on Matthew’s arm. She

as she tried hard to suppress the resentment in her heart. She continued with her

“You’re indeed right.”

into her seat, still holding on to Matthew’s arm. Beulah and Annabelle sat opposite them.

being so young, she had a mature and flirtatious look at the moment. Dolores sneaked a scornful glance at Annabelle and snickered coldly to herself.

you staring at your brother-in-law like that?

twitched slightly as he

red dress, Dolores, who had light make-up, looked infinitely better than

was holding Annabelle’s hands

nowhere near lunch anymore; you guys are

topic. From the moment Matthew set foot in the

he would pick up some food and place it on

didn’t expect his daughter, who never garnered his attention, was the apple of Matthew Nelson’s eyes. He couldn’t help but change his

to only have

is what you

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