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.

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

“Don’t act,” Dolores demanded.

silence. Dolores slowly looked over and saw the red color on his clean white shirt. She raised her eyebrows. Why would his chest be red? She leaned

the shirt was drenched with water, Dolores could see that on his

how were you

and looked at the chandeliers on the 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. Just as Maria questioned him: Could money buy back so many years of

“Would you believe if I were to say

he like a woman who had given birth to someone else’s children? She was mistaken, she must be mistaken. What did his injury have to do with her? Furthermore,

clear from her expression that she didn’t believe and Matthew laughed softly. Perhaps he was

over to pick up the glass. Perhaps she felt guilty for throwing the glass of

“No.” Matthew refused outright.

“Then what

my wet clothes.” It

done, you must let me

and numbing. It was like a flowing current of electricity and triggered his sensitive region. He said with

said slowly, “I don’t owe

hair, “If you didn’t hurt me, will I be injured for a second time? You

“…”

shirt, she intentionally pressed down on his wound. Matthew grunted in pain, and thought, why was this

“I finally understand why you are single for so many years. No one can accept such a rough woman like

Dolores pulled the shirt, glared at

“Really?”

“Of course… ah!”