Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap

Randolph felt as if a sharp pain seared through his heart. However, when he thought of the current relationship between Dolores and Matthew, he still chose to reluctantly take out some of them.

When Jessica married him at that time, the dowry brought by her consisted of the artefacts and cash in which cash was up to two million yuan. There were also some valuable artefacts and the total value of them was approximately five million yuan.

Randolph gave Dolores a cheque. The artefacts left were much lesser than those in the past. Last time, she saw Beulah putting on a bracelet on her wrist but the bracelet was not among them now. Randolph seemed to notice her doubt and explained, “It’s been too long. Some of them are already broken and lost, these are already all.”

Dolores knew what was what but she did not expose it. For her, it was good enough to get these. She would slowly take back the rest. She kept the cheque properly, carried the box and put it in the trunk.

Then, she entered the dining room with Randolph.

However, something wrong seemed to have happened.

There was broken glass on the floor. Annabelle’s skirt was stained with water and her clothes looked messy. She was sobbing with tear-reddened eyes. When she saw Randolph come in, she immediately threw herself at him, “Dad…”

It looked as if she was suffering from a great grievance.

Dolores glanced at her and walked over. Then, she noticed that Matthew’s face had a little redness.

Did he drink just now?

But the wine in front of him was clearly not drunk.

Dolores approached him and whispered, “What’s wrong with you?”

Matthew’s eyes raised. They sometimes looked clear but sometimes looked cloudy. He was apparently trying hard to control something.

He snorted, “Help me to get up.”

Dolores put his arm on her shoulder and wrapped her arm around his waist, “Let’s go home.”

“You can’t leave!” Just as Dolores was helping Matthew up, Beulah lurched to her feet, “You, you just did that kind of thing to Annabelle, don’t you have to take responsibility for that?”

“What happened?” Randolph also realized that something was wrong, “Dad…”

Annabelle cried even more, “Just now…just now…”

at the clothes on his daughter’s body and frowned. He turned and looked at Matthew, “Young Master

was actually hoping that Matthew

not have to

she was struck with terror. Beulah indeed resorted

to say that my

“My husband won’t like a person like

is your younger sister and she is being bullied, how

will I have a younger sister? What’s more, of course, I’ll help

face. She kept mentioning him

himself was

under the light and there was a kind of powerful aura, “I have

He turned to gaze

thing did not happen as what had Beulah expected so she was also very panicked. But since the matter already came to this point, she could only persist. She sat on a chair

reason she

the dinner plate used by Matthew. Matthew did not touch anything but he drank some water while waiting

the water, Beulah asked Annabelle to approach him and tried to bring him to the room

Annabelle approached him to help him up, Matthew directly smashed the glass

gritted his teeth tightly and

her with that kind

until now, Annabelle’s heart was still throbbing

glanced at Annabelle who was clinging to Randolph’s arms. These mother

dug a pit for Matthew so

for her to help Matthew because he was physically fit. But thinking that he

of Flores’ villa was

status, what kind of women

in a stern voice, “What the

that Matthew has a crush

Thwack!

slapped by Randolph who was glaring at her, “Still don’t want to tell the truth? You thought your daughter is a goddess who can let a man with high

the ground and embraced Randolph’s leg, “Randolph, the reason I do this is for your sake. Dolores clearly doesn’t want to help us, so I think that if Annabelle can let Matthew like her, the problem faced by the company can probably be

to see the company encounter difficulties. However, I’m only a woman, the thing I can do for you is limited, that’s why

expression did not ease. His brain