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.

just give me back my

over to Dolores, “You Bow to me and I will ask Sampson to give you back your

trembling all

not very obedient, he tried to pull a

Smack!

she could finish speaking, Dolores

lot of time applying makeup

were curled up, her hair was messed up and a lot of powder

look turned into

at her, unable

palms itching to

the Herbert family, Maria has had a sense of superiority. She could not stand being

her hand

as soon as she raised her hand, it was caught

looked up and saw Matthew standing beside her. The sun was behind him, so

He threw her off.

hurriedly took a few steps backwards to

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

the man

by using any means

and

“Matthew…”

even spare her a

Dolores who

fall on the ground

the car and begged, “Give Samuel to me, please, I beg you. you know how important

Her heart ached.

It ached a lot.

Jessica, and

had always thought of

that kind of thing to her, she still

not a

that she might have been

him, she didn’t know what was in his

go, now he could only take Samuel away first and then discuss the

couldn’t wait, she couldn’t see Matthew

the way Matthew

once had

snatched away from

brother.” Maria smiled sinisterly, looking horrible, “The only thing you can do right now is to get in the bridal room and

expressions darkened, “Do you

am tired of living ever since you broke our engagement. Everyone in City B knows that I am a discarded woman. I have lived enough! She looked at Matthew like a crazy person, “You are