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 didn’t look into them. He was not willing to get even with

all, he treasured their

refreshing his

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

she was playing some

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

cold lips forming into a straight line. Without saying anything,

let go, but Matthew’s strength was so strong. Unable to resist, her hand

didn’t do it. Believe me. If I was wrong, it was because I love you

“Heh heh.”

softly to answer, “You are

shouldn’t have mistaken

not like that.” Maria shook her head desperately. “It’s neither your

pointed at Dolores, who was standing on the steps. “It’s all because of her. She’s

“You bitch...”

stopped by Dolores. It was unnecessary

knew what Maria feared the most was losing

return, she should poke Maria’s sore spot, which

Dolores walked down the steps, walking towards Matthews step by step. Raising her hand, she tossed her hair behind a ear, her eyes seductive.

sickened herself. She really couldn’t get used to this way

not issued, so she still could address him

main purpose was to piss

blushed because of anger, looking

was slender with fair skin. She stood so close to him

Dolores took the

she called him in such an intimate

couldn’t help feeling

didn’t mind Dolores calling him in

it on purpose, but didn’t pushed her

let her

totally irritated because

and waved her fists, aiming to punch Dolores. “You

landed,

was startled by the coldness

never seen such coldness in

“I...”

shook off her

understood. He stepped forward and pulled

Maria be willing to let Abbott pull her away while watching Dolores

about anything else. All she wanted was to escape

let Dolores to touch

to

didn’t allow anyone else

mind your

who do you think you are? How dare

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

was leaving,

started hitting and kicking Abbott. “Let go