Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap

Matthew Nelson looked up as his eyes fell on Dolores’s hand covering her chest, and asked, “Scalded?”

“…”

Dolores Flores twisted her head as she couldn’t abide his gaze, “No.”

After saying this, she headed to the meeting area and sat on the sofa. She stooped down to draw out a few pieces of tissue paper and wiped the water stains off her neck.

Suddenly, her vision was blocked. Matthew had come over unexpectedly. Dolores coughed lightly, “Why are you here? You’ve so many things to deal with.”

When Dolores delivered the water in, a massive pile of documents was waiting to be signed on Matthew’s desk.

Matthew seemed to hear nothing and grabbed the tissue in Dolores’s hand, “I’ll wipe it for you.”

“That’s okay.” Dolores tried to grab the tissue in Matthew’s hand, but she missed it as Matthew raised his hand.

“Be good.” Matthew squatted down in front of her legs. He gently pulled her collar open to wipe the water stain on her skin.

Matthew lowered his eyes, wiping her gently, and he looked solemn. Dolores was into a light trance for a few seconds.

She slightly turned her head around, not daring to stare at him for too long.

She was afraid.

Afraid that all of this was just a magnificent dream.

Unreal.

“Don’t be too nice to me.” Dolores didn’t want to fall in.

Falling into the trap of his tenderness.

She didn’t think about her identity deliberately, but that was the truth.

After that night, she thought that she would never have a love for the rest of her life.

She had lost the qualification to have a good life.

She couldn’t deny that the traces of Matthew inside her were getting deeper throughout these years. It wasn’t indelible but not to be ignored. She was like used to his domineering, him being light-minded, and him being considerate occasionally. Matthew was taking over her heart gradually.

Matthew chuckled, “I want to be nice to you.”

Dolores’s eyes were red. She didn’t want Matthew to notice it, so she sneered, “Such a bad taste.”

“…”

first time hearing

a bad taste. You don’t

so

closely at the woman in front of him. Her eyebrows, nose, lips, chin, and cheek weren’t the

years ago, she was pure, like a naive little

these years, she was gentle, intellectual, and even more

Knock, knock...

his eyes and looked at Dolores for a moment before he stood up. He grabbed his suit on

then took it and draped

it on, Matthew then spoke in a low voice, “Come

Baron walked in with Terry Holmes.

Terry coming to such a place and he looked around on his way. After entering Matthew’s office, he was amused, thinking that the rich were having such a

as big as a corner

Abbott reminded Terry.

smirked, feeling a bit embarrassed for

from Dolores, “I have brought what you wanted. Have you planned what to

and nodded, “Yes,

did not take it out at once but continued to ask inquisitively, “What are you going to do next? Let me tell you something. As you just came back and know nothing about the situation in the country. The DC Law

face darkened, “I had found one originally, but when he

understood Matthew’s intention at

only the evidence that Terry had, it wouldn’t be possible to deal with

the Herbert family would step in to find someone and

you talking?” Terry stared at

and

I can help you.” Terry wasn’t distrusting Dolores. Just that this wasn’t a matter for only one person, but the

that this wasn’t

all, it had

isn’t simple at all. The Herbert family was well-known and respected. They

how?” Terry was nervous and bounced up

him, “That’s why I asked you to give me

“Who…”

Terry reacted immediately.

then he quickly closed

cautiously to the man who was standing beside him with a cold face all

Dolores nodded.

his hand

all the things he