Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap

He had a guilty conscience.

Jessica Lennon was hesitating. Previously, she wouldn’t doubt and have agreed with it.

Now that Jessica had promised Dolores Flores not to put pressure on her and wouldn’t even set her up with Sampson too. Jessica was not dared to agree on it.

“I need to call and ask Lola about this matter.” Jessica said while heading to grab the phone. Sampson held the phone, “Just a lunch. No need to ask her. I have brought my car here.”

Jessica relented. She was afraid that Dolores would be unhappy for her making such a decision.

It wasn’t easy for Dolores raised the whole family all by herself. Jessica didn’t want her daughter to be sad.

“Come on. We’ve known each other for so long, do you still mistrust me?” Sampson stood up.

Jessica had a look at the time. It was just 10 o’clock and not even time to have lunch, “Would it be too early for lunch now?”

“The restaurant that I reserved is quite far from here. When we get there, it would be noon already. Not early at all.” Sampson tried his best to convince Jessica.

Up to this point, it wouldn’t be good for her to refuse Sampson again. Jessica had no choice but agreed with it, “Have a seat on the sofa and wait for me. I’ll get the two kids ready.”

She untied her apron and went into the bedroom.

Samuel Flores was sitting at the bay window with Simona Flores in his arms. He was teaching her to draw with the tablet.

Dolores gave Samuel the tablet and phone to call his teacher, and he was able to play games too.

Jessica picked up Simona. Simona was still in her casual clothes, and she needed a change.

Samuel leaned against the soft cushions, playing with the tablet on his laps, and asked, “Grandma, why changing Simona’s clothes? Are we going out?”

“Yes. Your… Sampson said that he wants to bring us out for a lunch.” Speaking of Sampson, Jessica thought of her son.

Samuel sat up straight in a shock, blinking his eyes, and looked at Jessica, “Grandma, what did you just said?”

Jessica then patiently repeated her words.

Samuel put down the tablet and rushed to the door from the bay window. He slightly opened the door and looked through the doorway. Indeed, he saw Sampson there, sitting on the sofa with a bandage on his head.

Samuel recalled from the video he had seen in Matthew Nelson’s phone. It was about Dolores being chased after.

He had never seen his mother being so panicked and helpless.

Samuel clenched his hands tightly, “Such a two-faced liar.”

Sampson seemed like the right person on the surface, but secretly, he was actually harassing Dolores.

you saying?” Jessica turned around and had a look at Samuel, who was mumbling to himself at the door, “Do you want to change your clothes as

a cold voice. Wanted to

No way!

didn’t want to

this hypocrite would arrest them for threatening

of it, Samuel was chilled with

After saying that, Samuel rushed into

What to do?

he stop Jessica from going out

sat on the toilet lid, feeling distressed. Suddenly, he remembered that

WY Group.

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tilted his head while walking towards the sofa and stared at Dolores, “This

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had

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news from Abbott Baron that Matthew’s ex-wife, who was divorced after a month after their marriage,

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at the collar of his shirt

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couldn’t believe that the CEO of the WY

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you want me to tell her that

Armand, “…”

Such a threat.

“Hmm?”

Okay?” Armand really wanted to