Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap

She turned around to see Matthew standing behind her. With the light behind his head, she couldn’t make out his expressions clearly and could only squint to try to see.

The receptionist took the card in Matthew’s hand and said, “The total bill of both rooms is 12080.”

“Oh! So, sister-in-law Dolores drove the car here.” Armand blurted out. Dolores lowered her head and put her card back inside her bag. She asked Matthew softly, “Are you going back?”

Before Matthew could answer, Armand took the lead, “It’s so early, what is all this about going back? Besides…” He pointed to Matthew and Dolores, “You both still owe me a celebratory drink for your wedding. Let’s do it tonight!”

Matthew did not object and his eyes were hiding in the elusive light, not showing his heart.

Dolores only felt embarrassed, especially at the awkward way Armand addressed her.

“I am not going; you guys can go ahead.” She turned to leave but Matthew grabbed her wrist, “Wait for me.”

Dolores wanted to get away from him but he was holding her wrist too tightly for her to let herself free.

By this time, the receptionist had settled the bill and handed the card back with the receipt, “Your total is 12080.”

Matthew put the card and the bill in his wallet and said lightly, “Let’s go!”

Armand had no intention to let them go that easily and he stepped in front of them, “If you don’t take me for a drink tonight, I will never let you go.”

He stood in front of them stubbornly.

Theresa, who was standing behind them, stepped back quietly, wanting to leave. Armand saw in the mirror that the woman behind them was secretly trying to leave.

Armand had seen that she had come out of the room with Dolores just now, which meant that they knew each other. He turned around and grabbed her, “Don’t go.”

Theresa was startled and stared at him in horror.

“Don’t be afraid, you are my sister-in-law’s friend, right?” Armand grinned with his dazzling white teeth in her face.

She glanced at Dolores and nodded, “I am her assistant.”

“Oh! What do you guys do?”

“Costume design.”

“Oh! What a coincidence, I have been yearning to order some clothes.”

“Well, our store is opening the day after tomorrow. I would love to invite you to come.” Theresa replied smoothly.

What?

Armand blinked blankly, “You have a store opening the day after tomorrow?”

Theresa nodded.

Armand hugged Boyce, who was watching this excitedly and tugged at his neck, “Our sister-in-law is opening her store, of course we have to go there to cheer her on.”

“Yeah.” Boyce answered.

He felt that even though Matthew and Dolores were divorced, they had children together and it was only a matter of time before they were going to be remarried. Judging from Matthew’s behavior, he did seem to care about her a lot.

had to go to the opening even

teeth white, “Dolores, if you don’t take us for

He was really shameless.

Dolores frowned.

at Matthew, hoping that he would talk to

wouldn’t let her be

drinks for

What celebration?

gaze. He continued to

not

he married Dolores, there was nothing and he didn’t

by Armand

her to his friends before because he was not

he didn’t

he wanted to keep this marriage

to show

and Boyce were

wanted to

busy, then we can go first. Boyce and I can

Theresa shouted in

had no

“Let her go.”

He knew that the woman Matthew was in love with would never be too easy going;

turned out that he

He let Theresa go.

back, increasing the distance between her and

like a terrifying

treat today.” Armand was in a good mood but Boyce poured cold water on him with his words, “Yeah? You, the cheapskate of the century, will

Matthew was there, he never

glared at him, “Don’t ruin my reputation in front

smiled and got

in my

“No, no, you guys go on ahead. I will go back

of? I don’t

refused, “I

casually found

and left

bid her goodbye, “Okay,

was a problem. There were

Allison. What was she going to

with us. There is no taxi here.” Armand parked

to find Dolores but by this time she was already in

to disturb them husband and wife, do

“No.”

I’ll

ground nervously, “Um, no