Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap

“Huh?”

Allison pouted, “Don’t tell me that you don’t know them.”

Dolores really didn’t know. It was only after she saw them in the exhibition area that she found out who they were.

They were Armand and Boyce.

“Who designed this?” Armand stood in front of a long skirt with the name written clearly below it, but he pretended he couldn’t see it and asked Theresa.

“I did.” If she didn’t know that she was talking to a rich and powerful person, she would have cursed him for being perverted long ago. He was a man snooping around in women’s clothes and furthermore, he kept asking nonsense questions.

“Oooh!” Armand uttered, deliberately pulling the sound long making it feel uncomfortable. Theresa kept her temper calm and said, “Do you have any more questions? I you don’t mind, I am busy.”

“Yes, I do!” He picked the thin shoulder straps of the skirt, “What is the source of inspiration for this design? Why are the shoulder straps so thin? Is it because it would be easy to take it off or to expose the skin more?”

Theresa’s face turned red in an instant, and she glared at him.

Then she said coldly, “Are you here to stir up trouble and ruin the opening?”

“No, no! I’m just curious.” Armand grinned, “Stir up trouble? Do I not want to live?”

This was Dolores place.

And who was Dolores?

She was Matthew’s sweetheart at the moment. Armand didn’t have the guts.

“If you like it, you can buy it. About my source of inspiration, how about I tell you some other time?”

“I don’t have a girlfriend, why would I buy it?” Armand pouted.

Theresa smiled and two dimples appeared on the corners of her mouth making her look really cute, “If you want, you can wear it yourself.”

Armand was lost for words.

But Boyce next to him burst out laughing.

“This is a good idea! He can wear it himself! I am telling you it suits him.” Boyce took the opportunity to dig Armand’s grave.

Armand glared at him, “Will you die if you don’t talk?”

“Yeah… What are you looking at?”

Boyce noticed that Armand’s face had changed suddenly.

He followed Boyce’s line of sight and saw Victoria walk in from the door.

As Matthew’s friends, both of them knew that Victoria was Matthew’s stepmother.

It was because of her that Matthew had left his home so early and began to live alone.

It was also because of her that Matthew and his father’s relationship was so strained.

they didn’t like

barely

makeup were taken

she doing here?”

that it was not a good thing that she

She had put on a light

went over to welcome her,

“I’m looking for…”

she was going to invite her to the opening. Dolores had sent her an invitation but she hadn’t expected for her to arrive there so early

came.” Dolores greeted

had come here early on purpose to avoid running into Matthew. She was afraid

you alone for

event,

away leading

at Dolores slender back looking beautiful

like she had ever

inwardly that even though her son was

to twins for her son, she liked her

had not come out yet, she already knew

room door, then turned around and said to

and sat on

then sat down on the sofa opposite to

at her, she still found her

started to talk, “How are you? Your face doesn’t look

trance and said, “I have a

from the table, concealing her embarrassing attitude

placed the glass back on the table, she said, “Don’t tell Matthew about the fact

smiled and said,

had a thousand words to tell her, but she didn’t know where to start. She took out a wooden box from her bag and extended it

and pushed it back, “I don’t think I

were not familiar to each

Matthew knew that they met, she was afraid he was not going to be

Victoria looked at her, “Are you afraid that Matthew will find out

pursed her lips. She was

second time they had met and it was a bit inappropriate to receive gifts. They were not

going to become close

her identity

his feelings.” Dolores deliberately used Matthew as a

and Matthew’s relationship was not like

a graceful and secluded lake with

both

her kindness and happy

is your store’s opening and I have always shown you my true heart. Even if I consider myself a friend, I did not want

“It’s not very appropriate…”

going to keep saying this until Dolores agreed

a choice. She reached out and opened the box. A beautiful emerald green jade bracelet was lying in an embroidered case. It looked pure and high-quality and

now, “This is too