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.

her charades before, he didn’t look into them. He

all, he treasured

always kept refreshing his perception

and self-directed scripts. Even it was she who planned the car accident that happened to Dolores

the past. He had just thought she was playing some

... I didn’t set up Dolores Flores. She, she made it up.” Maria’s face was wet by tears.

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

let go, but Matthew’s strength was so strong. Unable

“I really didn’t do it. Believe me. If I was wrong, it was because I love you so much. Is it wrong to

“Heh heh.”

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

have mistaken responsibility as

like that.” Maria shook her head desperately. “It’s neither your fault nor mine. It’s

on the steps. “It’s all because

“You bitch...”

by Dolores. It was unnecessary to

what Maria feared the most was

Maria’s sore

tossed her hair behind a ear, her eyes seductive. Then she put

herself. She really couldn’t get

was not issued, so she still could address him in

main purpose was

was face blushed because of anger, looking like

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

took the initiative to

called him in

couldn’t help

mind Dolores calling him in such a

had done it on purpose, but didn’t pushed

her lean

Maria was totally irritated because

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

fist landed, Matthew grabbed her

was startled by the coldness

never seen such coldness in

“I...”

shook

He stepped forward and pulled

willing to let Abbott pull her away while watching

anything else. All she wanted was to escape from Abbott’s

let Dolores to

belonged to her

anyone else to touch

your

think you are? How dare you mind my business?”

the mood to tangle with her. He just ordered Abbott in a light tone, “I’m leaving it to you.” Then he took Dolores

that Matthew was

“Let go of