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.

flashed by outside the window, the shadows moved ambiguously across Matthew’s handsome face.

distant, just like their relationship;

voiced her concerns.

wheel, but his fingers jerked up

tension in her body a little, while not

a blanket of oppressing silence hung over the

His fingers were long and chiseled. His fingernails were immaculate. It was another sight to behold. His fingers had the

gaze was still

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

toward her slowly with his lips curled into a devious smile. “Is my face more good-looking

to pretend not to hear him and even pretended to

furiously in her heart. Where did his aloofness

he suddenly

the car stopped in front

for dinner. The scale and quality of the food were very acceptable, in Randolph’s opinion. He seemed like he’d forgotten about their previous unhappy altercation for

First Miss is home,” the

Beulah and Annabelle as he warned them in a low tone. “This is a very important

suppressed the anger in her heart as she straightened his suit. “You have nothing to worry about. We’ll never talk back or retaliate, even if she comes at us with fury. As long as she lends you a hand in the

the past. “When the crisis in

to the door, wanting

Matthew, holding the contract regarding

and held out

suit and together

come in. I’m so honored you could join us for dinner this evening.” Randolph welcomed them

his usual arrogant and entitled self at all. Instead, he was

had any good feelings toward Randolph, so he just nodded slightly while keeping his mouth shut and maintaining

Matthew wasn’t going to banter with him and ease the tension in the air. He hoped Matthew would have a different attitude, seeing that Randolph was Dolores’ father

rapidly losing face and had to do something

“He’s always

as he invited them

cutlery on 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 to prepare a scrumptious meal after he learned you were coming for dinner today. I hope

on her face. They were just putting on an act at that

not an outsider, you don’t

her grip on Matthew’s arm. She

she tried hard to suppress the

“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

into Annabelle’s fixed expression, she joked. “Sister, why are you staring at your brother-in-law like that? Is there something on

slightly as he pondered

and, although both of them were wearing a red dress, Dolores, who had light make-up,

hands under

lunch anymore;

couldn’t settle on a suitable topic. From the moment Matthew set foot

some food and place it

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

never intended to only have

“This is what you always wanted. Since I’ve brought this here,

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