Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap

“What’s your children’s name?” Matthew asked just as Dolores walked to the bedroom door, the man’s voice teased, “Samuel and Simona?”

When he came to Country A, he already heard from Abbot about the details of Dolores’ life over these few years. What surprised him was she had given birth to a pair of rather beautiful twins.

Dolores paused, turned around, and stared at him. Her fists were tightly clenched. When she met Abbott, she knew that he was investigating her. She didn’t expect Abbot’s actions to be so swift.

“If you need me to go back to get a divorce certificate, you can say it out. I will naturally agree and will not interfere with your happiness. But what you are doing is threatening me and don’t you think that it’s too absurd?” Dolores was trembling furiously.

Matthew lay on the bed with an arm over his forehead and his eyes were closed. He was silent as if he was at his breaking point. Dolores stood at the doorway and didn’t dare to leave. She wasn’t sure if this man would do anything heartless to hurt her children. After all, now he knew all the details regarding her children.

“I’m thirsty,” Matthew said after a while but didn’t open his eyes.

Dolores looked at him angrily and thought to herself that he should thirst to death.

Matthew turned around with his back to Dolores. His tightly closed eyes slowly opened and his face was very tired, “You intend to thirst me to death and murder your husband?”

“…”

Dolores suppressed her anger and turned to pour a glass of water for him, “Here you are.”

“Feed me.” Matthew turned and looked at the furious woman next to him.

Her face flushed red because she was furious and looked like an angry hamster. It was truly an adorable sight. Matthew couldn’t help but chuckle but to Dolores, he was making fun of her.

“Matthew, fuck you!” Dolores threw the glass of water at him. The glass of water flew in mid-flight and the water splashed harmlessly onto him but the glass fell directly where he was injured.

he grunted in pain. The water soaked through his shirt and revealed the red color underneath. Dolores was stunned. Didn’t he have a high threshold for

“Don’t act,” Dolores demanded.

the red color on his clean white shirt. She raised

she got closer and because the shirt was drenched with

you hurt?”

She had plenty of misgivings but she had her strength. After so many years, they definitely had some relations. This relation was different from affections. It was ethics and responsibility. Just

eyebrows twitched slowly and looked at her seriously, “Would you believe if

who had given birth to someone else’s children? She was mistaken, she must be

softly. Perhaps he was laughing at

pick up the glass. Perhaps she felt guilty for throwing the glass of water as she said softly, “I’ll take you to the

“No.” Matthew refused outright.

was helpless, “Then what about your

remove my wet clothes.” It was

“I can help you but once it’s done, you must let me go back.” The two children normally slept with her and if she wasn’t around, she was worried that

few strains of hair fell forward and fell onto his face. It was ticklish and numbing. It was

“I

didn’t hurt me, will I be injured for a second time? You should be grateful that I

“…”

she intentionally pressed down on his wound. Matthew grunted in pain, and thought, why was this woman so ruthless? Couldn’t

a sigh, “I finally understand why you are single for so many

shirt, glared at him, and laughed, “I’ve plenty of

“Really?”

“Of course… ah!”