Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap

Seeing Matthew, Maria almost rushed over, stretching her arms to embrace him.

Matthew stepped aside and dodged. As she was running so fast, Maria couldn’t stop even after she had missed the target. She couldn’t help staggering forward, her ankle twisting.

“Ouch...” she exclaimed. Her legs weakened, falling on the ground.

Abbott stood aside. He had chance to hold her up but he didn’t reach out.

Before she became the family member of the Herbert family, she even flattered Abbott sometimes. After all, he was a man who Matthew trusted very much, so she was willing to put a little effort on Abbott.

However, since she returned to the Herbert family and became their daughter, she had been arrogant and put on the air whenever she met Abbott again.

Hence, Abbott became quite unhappy. He didn’t like her as he used to.

Now Maria was a girl from a rich family.

Abbott was just an assistant. So they were not from the same world.

Maria fell on the ground, her knees skinned, her carefully-made hair messed. She looked quite embarrassed.

Raising her head, she looked at Matthew. “Matthew...”

She could not accept the coldness and disregard from him.

He used to treat her lovingly.

His current attitude brought her sense of frustration as if she had fallen down from the heaven to the hell.

She couldn’t accept it at all.

Trembling, she looked at the man standing in front of her. “Matthew...”

Tears welled up in her tears. Her tone was full of grievance and ingratiation.

Matthew walked to her, squatting down. He reached to brush away the messy hair that covered her cheeks.

Looking at her face carefully, Matthew seemingly to see her true color through her features.

“Matthew...”

“Stop calling me,” he interrupted Maria.

Maria was startled, still couldn’t accept the fact.

“How many things have you hidden from me?” he asked in an extremely low voice, as if he was suppressing something in his heart.

Things flashed through Maria’s mind, as if all movie scenes were replaying. She was thinking about the hidden meaning of Matthew’s question.

Suddenly her pupils shrank sharply. It seemed that he had heard her conversation with Dolores.

“Nothing,” she denied.

“Nothing?” Matthew sneered.

once so he trusted her. Although he found her charades before, he

all, he treasured

she always kept refreshing

and self-directed scripts. Even it was she who planned the car

just thought she was playing some small tricks. Much to

Dolores Flores. She, she made it up.” Maria’s face was wet by tears. Reaching out, she wanted to grab Matthew’s arm. “Matthew,

for a few second, his cold lips forming into a straight

but Matthew’s strength was so strong.

didn’t do it. Believe me. If I was

“Heh heh.”

if he was mocking at himself. He whispered softly to answer, “You are not wrong. I was wrong. It’s

mistaken responsibility

shook her head desperately. “It’s neither your fault nor

was standing on the steps. “It’s all because of

“You bitch...”

retort but stopped by Dolores. It was unnecessary to get a verbal fighting

Maria feared the most

she should poke Maria’s sore spot,

step by step. Raising her hand, she tossed her hair behind a ear, her eyes seductive. Then she put her hand on Matthew’s shoulder, calling

really couldn’t get used

not issued, so she still could address

main purpose was to piss

because of anger, looking

at Dolores’ arm on his shoulder. It was slender with fair skin. She stood so close to him that he could even see the hair on her

first time, Dolores took the initiative to approach

called him in

help

didn’t mind Dolores calling him in such a

had done it on purpose, but didn’t

let her

flattering yourself!” Maria was totally irritated because Dolores called

and waved her fists, aiming to punch Dolores. “You bitch! Don’t

her fist landed, Matthew grabbed

Maria was startled by the coldness in his

such

“I...”

Matthew shook off

He stepped forward and

let Abbott pull her away while watching Dolores

else. All she wanted was to escape from Abbott’s grip and pull Dolores

wouldn’t let Dolores to

to her

allow anyone

Herbert, mind your

Baron, who do you think you are? How dare you mind my

Abbott in a

that Matthew was leaving,

Abbott. “Let go of me.