Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap
Chapter 80: I Prefer to Prove It by Myself
Dolores didn’t feel curious when she saw Abbott. After all, it was Matthew who had forced her to come back to the country, so naturally he must know her residence.
She also wanted to have a talk with him.
“Let’s go.” Dolores headed towards Abbott’s car.
Abbott was not in a hurry to follow her; he shot a glance at Terry, saying, “If I see you pestering her next time, I won’t let go of you this kindly.”
Only then did he get into the car after giving the man who was pestering Dolores the warning.
Dolores remained quiet and didn’t say anything. She just looked out of the car window blandly.
Abbott turned his head to steal a glance at her and then concentrated on the driving. On the way to the villa, Dolores felt that the sceneries passing through the car windows were getting more and more familiar. Six years had passed, yet it seemed like everything had not changed.
Dolores slightly furrowed her brows.
Although she hadn’t lived in the villa for too long, she could still clearly remember everything happened here.
The car soon came to a halt. Dolores heaved a long sigh to calm down herself before pushing open the door.
Abbott didn’t intend to get into the villa together with her and instructed, “Mr. Nelson is waiting for you inside. You go in by yourself.”
Dolores casted a look at him and asked, “Do you know why he wants to meet me?”
“I’m not that clear of it as it’s my boss’ private affairs.”
Dolores chuckled when recalling that Abbott was Matthew’s subordinate, so how could he inform her in advance if Matthew wanted to do something bad to her?
Her question just now was way too superfluous.
She walked towards the door and took a deep breath before pushing open it.
In the right part of the spacious, simple, well-lighted and spotless living room laid a piano, which was sent by Randolph back then. It was still placed at the same position and it seemed that it had never been moved.
In that year, she left the country hurriedly after the accident without taking any of her belongings. She didn’t even have time to pack her clothes, not to mention the piano.
stepped into the
same as they were before her leaving, and it seemed everything had not
remember
and his sleeves were rolled up to his arms, which exposed his beefy arms. With one hand in his
a light smile, “Mr.
froze a bit. Mr.
back then, but after hearing her addressing him as ‘Matthew’,
to
familiar with this place?”
time and I can’t remember it clearly.” Dolores refused to admit it and
and sat down with her legs gracefully crossed and one of her hand on the
to
bit surprised
put the glass of red wine in
gratitude politely, “Thank
her tone and attitude, was she
suppressed the displeasure and
do you want to talk with
the agreement back then and we should have divorced. Nevertheless, due to my accident, we didn’t get the divorce certificates in the end. I feel very
want to talk to me?” Matthew interrupted
cancelled the engagement banquet with Maria. Now she came to him
it
Matthew’s face darkened.
that, I can’t. So, just like what we had agreed in the past, I want a divorce
were covered by a layer of sweats after finishing the
Matthew sneered.
on the sofa and stared at her with a
felt uneasy and nervous under
calmed down herself after a long while, “If
“Oh, I forgot it. Mr. Nelson doesn’t need to handle such kind of thing in person. You just need to give an
frowned and
her back, ready to listen to his
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