Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap

“What nonsense are you talking about?” Sampson didn’t want to be picked apart like that.

Even though she was right.

“Okay, go on ahead and treat me as nonsense.” Maria didn’t want to argue with him either. This was not the time to argue about this anyway.

The needed to urgently think about how to handle the current situation. Jessica had escaped and Dolores was bound to find out soon.

“Where did Jessica escaped?” Maria asked.

“The river right outside the village.”

That place was very close to here. If she provided any clues, Dolores would be able to find this place very soon. Maria was afraid this place was not safe for them anymore.

They couldn’t hide Samuel here.

“We need to leave and find another place to hide Samuel.” Maria squinted, “The far we can go the better, somewhere Dolores can’t find us ever.”

Samuel was her son. If she found out that her son was lost or dead, she would go completely crazy.

“Our plan was just to kidnap him and to blackmail her until she marries me, then release him…”

“And then?” Maria interrupted him, “Will she sincerely marry you? Stop dreaming! You can only keep her by your side if you hold Samuel in your hands forever.’

There was no going back from here.

Sampson put Samuel, who was still unconscious, in the back seat again.

“Let’s leave here and find another place.” Maria got into her car. Just as she was about to start the car, she noticed a black cross-country approaching. The black shiny paint was wrapped with strong iron sheets, making intrepid lines. This was Matthew’s car; she had seen it before.

Her expressions changed immediately as she shouted to Sampson, “Hurry up!”

But it was too late. Matthew stepped down on the accelerator and turned the steering wheel, drifting about sixty degrees through the mud and the potholes. He stopped the car neatly at the doorway, blocking it.

Sampson’s car could not get out.

Dolores got out of the car quickly and ran to Sampson to find her son.

Recovering from the sudden shock, Sampson turned around and quickly took Samuel into his arms.

Dolores was a step late in reaching him.

“Give me back my child!” Dolores went to open the driving seat door. Sampson locked the door. Dolores couldn’t open it; she could just look at her son through the tinted glass. She couldn’t tell if he was injured, his face seemed to be swollen.

She slapped on the window pane frantically, shaking the glass, “Sampson, get out and give me Samuel.”

Sampson did not dare to face her; he turned his face away from the window.

get out. We can talk about this, just give me back my child,

your son, then…” Maria walked over to Dolores, “You Bow to me and I will ask Sampson to

trembling

was not very obedient, he tried to pull a

Smack!

finish speaking, Dolores slapped her

applying makeup to was transformed in a second by Dolores into

hair was messed up and a lot

look turned

you hit me?” Maria glared at her, unable to

was shaking with anger, her palms itching to strangle Maria to

Herbert family, Maria has had a sense of superiority. She could

raised her hand to

soon as she raised her

looked up and saw Matthew standing beside her. The sun was behind him, so the outline of his face shone

He threw her off.

few steps backwards

trembling hand to feel her left cheek. The pain of being shaken off ruthlessly by Matthew

man she

she wanted by using any means

only cold and ruthless to her

“Matthew…”

didn’t even spare her a

reached out to hold Dolores

she would fall on

I beg you. you know

Her heart ached.

It ached a lot.

Jessica, and

of Sampson

do that kind of thing to

was not a bad

she might

didn’t know what

go first.” Sampson didn’t let go, now he could only take Samuel away first and then discuss the

couldn’t wait, she couldn’t see Matthew and

way Matthew was holding Dolores

once had

snatched away from her by

Maria smiled sinisterly, looking horrible, “The only thing you can do right now is to get in the bridal room and finish what was not done the

darkened, “Do you want to

knows that I am a discarded woman. I have lived enough! She looked at Matthew like a crazy person, “You