Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap

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.

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

like their relationship;

a while, she voiced her concerns. “Is my dress

knuckles turned white as he gripped the steering wheel, but his fingers jerked up slightly. He shot

body a little, while not

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

and chiseled. His fingernails were immaculate. It was another sight to behold. His fingers had the same impact on others as his

look that good?” His gaze was still trained on

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

curled into a devious smile. “Is

not to hear him

her heart. Where did his aloofness and nobility disappear

he suddenly sound

car stopped in front of the Flores family

had been 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 the

is home,” the maid

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

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 company’s matters, I

toward her in the past. “When the crisis in the company has been resolved, I’ll compensate you

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

holding the contract regarding the

at her and held out his

followed suit and together they

you could join us for dinner

his usual arrogant and entitled self at

he just

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 attitude, seeing that Randolph was

losing face

simply laughed. “He’s always

his expression as he invited them

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 prepare a scrumptious meal after he learned you were coming for dinner today. I

face.

an outsider, you don’t have to

on Matthew’s arm. She was only doing it for

she tried hard to suppress the resentment

“You’re indeed right.”

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

flirtatious look at the moment. Dolores

fixed expression, she joked. “Sister, why are you staring at your brother-in-law like that? Is

as he pondered Dolores’

red dress, Dolores, who had light make-up, looked infinitely better than her sister. She was a sight to behold around

immediately lowered her head. Beulah was holding Annabelle’s hands under the table. She was trying to calm

near lunch anymore; you guys

the chance to start a conversation with Matthew, but he couldn’t settle on a suitable topic. From the moment Matthew set foot in the villa,

up some food and place it on Dolores’ plate

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

never intended to only have dinner with her

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