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.

the window, the shadows moved ambiguously across Matthew’s handsome face. He looked like someone who only existed in a

felt unreal and distant, just like their relationship; so near, yet

for a while, she voiced her concerns. “Is my dress not up to

knuckles turned white as he gripped the steering wheel, but his fingers jerked up slightly. He shot her a glance and spoke

the tension in her body a

for a while and a blanket of oppressing silence

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 unforgettable

His gaze was still

realized she’d been staring at him for some time. She instantly shifted her gaze elsewhere and pretended

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

to hear him and even

was criticizing him furiously in her heart.

he suddenly sound

stopped in

of the food were very acceptable, in Randolph’s opinion. He seemed like he’d forgotten about

First Miss is home,” the maid arrived

warned them in a low tone. “This is a very important ordeal for me. Don’t do

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

waste any of his sentiments 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

the contract

a glance at her and

suit and together they entered the

us for dinner this evening.”

act like his usual arrogant and entitled

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

froze 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

was rapidly losing face and had to

laughed. “He’s always

as

her guests, she flashed an insincere smile. “You’re finally here. Come sit down.

her face. They were just

you don’t have to stand

replied, she tightened her grip on Matthew’s arm. She was only doing it

studied Dolores’ appearance as she tried hard to suppress the resentment

“You’re indeed right.”

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

mature and flirtatious look at

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

twitched slightly as he

face and, although both of them were wearing a red dress, Dolores, who had light make-up, looked infinitely better than her sister. She was a sight to

her head. Beulah was holding Annabelle’s hands under the table. She

it’s nowhere near lunch anymore; you guys

finding 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, he looked like he was trying

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

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

have dinner

on the table and raised her voice. “This is what you always wanted. Since I’ve brought this here, you didn’t forget