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.

underneath. Dolores was

“Don’t act,” Dolores demanded.

clean white shirt. She raised her eyebrows. Why would his chest be red? She leaned over to see what the red

got closer and because the shirt was drenched with water,

you hurt?” Dolores

ceiling. His fingers rubbed against the bedding. He didn’t want to owe Maria too much as he was the one who disappointed her. 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.

eyebrows twitched slowly and looked at her seriously, “Would you believe if I were to say that it’s because

lips were pursed as she had seen the sincerity in his eyes. But when she thought about it carefully, she was doubtful that he would be serious to her. How could he like a woman who had given birth

laughed softly. Perhaps he was

the glass. Perhaps she felt guilty for throwing the glass of water as she said

“No.” Matthew refused outright.

helpless, “Then

remove my wet clothes.” It was too uncomfortable wearing

me go back.” The two children normally slept with her and if she wasn’t around, she was worried that they would not

fell onto his face. It was ticklish and numbing. It was like a flowing current of electricity and triggered his sensitive region. He said with a raspy voice, “Depends

said slowly, “I don’t owe

I be

“…”

his shirt, she intentionally pressed down on his wound. Matthew grunted in pain,

you are single for so many years. No one can accept such a rough woman like

the shirt, glared at him, and laughed,

“Really?”

“Of course… ah!”