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.

outside the window, the shadows moved ambiguously across Matthew’s handsome face. He looked like

just like

her concerns. “Is my dress not up

but his fingers jerked up

tension in her body a little, while not wanting

and a blanket of oppressing silence hung over the air

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

gaze

he said, Dolores only then realized she’d been staring at him for some time. She instantly shifted her gaze

lips curled into a devious smile. “Is my face

hear him and

heart. Where did his aloofness and

suddenly sound like

twenty minutes, the car stopped

busy preparing the dishes 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

Miss is home,” the maid arrived

them in a low tone. “This is a very

she lends you a hand in

Beulah didn’t waste any of his sentiments toward her in the past. “When the crisis

of approval, Randolph went to the door,

to Matthew, holding the contract regarding the piece of

a glance at her and held out his arm. “Take

together they entered the

in. I’m so honored you could join us

usual arrogant and entitled self at all. Instead, he

good feelings toward Randolph, so he just nodded

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 and his

rapidly losing face and had to do something

simply laughed. “He’s always

managed to brighten his expression as he invited them inside.

a decent wife and mother. They saw her arranging the 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

smile on her face. They were

outsider, you don’t have to stand on ceremony.”

Matthew’s arm.

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

“You’re indeed right.”

into her seat, still holding on to

and flirtatious look at the moment. Dolores sneaked a scornful glance at Annabelle and snickered coldly

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

slightly as

although both of them were wearing a red dress, Dolores, who

holding Annabelle’s hands under the table. She

near lunch anymore;

Matthew set foot in the

would pick up some food and place it on Dolores’ plate

didn’t expect his daughter, who never garnered his attention, was the apple of Matthew

have

contract on the table and raised her voice. “This is what you

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