Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap

After sending the message out, Maria put away her cell phone. Then she continued to look at Dolores on the stage, her lips curled up into a sneer.

The lights were turned on and the background music was played - after Dolores’ speech, the models started the final and the most important section of today.

And the very last masterpiece was a wedding dress designed by Mrs. William.

It had been a long time that Mrs. William didn’t design any clothes. She designed this wedding dress particularly for the opening ceremony of LEO Corporation.

White was the purest color. The whole body of the wedding dress presented a luminous white like the snow. The layers of the light veil were permeated, covered with soft satin, woven roses, and gems, shining with both gorgeous and elegant charm, which was breathtaking.

Dolores stared at the dress, lost in thought.

A wedding dress was always along with the wish in love and hope in happiness.

Although she got married, she never wore a wedding dress. There was no wedding ceremony or a wedding dress for her. Even for the marriage certificate, she didn’t go to the civil affairs bureau together with her “husband”.

“Excuse me, Lola.” Theresa walked over, passing the cell phone to her. “Your cell phone.”

Since Dolores was on the stage just now, Theresa kept her phone.

Dolores took it over. Theresa reminded her, “It seems you’ve received a message just now.”

Dolores swiped to unlock the screen. After she tabbed the message to read, the blood drained from her face immediately. She could hear her heartbeat violently, and it hurt so much as if it was about to crack, making her tremble.

“Lola, what’s wrong?” Theresa could tell that she was not feeling well. She helped Dolores’ trembling body up. “Are you not feeling well?”

Dolores shook her head. “I’m alright.”

Then she left the vivid crowd with the cell phone in her hand.

Seeing that she had gone far in a panic, Maria curled up her lips into an ironic smile.

Thanks to Dolores, Maria could find those photos. Back then, when Dolores asked Sampson to look into the matters in Country A, he got the surveillance video from the hotel. Hence, Maria got those photos.

Maria wanted to thank her.

She wondered if Dolores would feel shocked and horrible if Dolores got to know it was all because of her.

Maria sneered.

Dolores went upstairs to the second floor alone.

It was quiet here, and all noises were blocked outside.

were gone,

mind as if it was a movie with sound and color,

was clear, which was the same as the shame she experienced that night and she could remember

had also dreamed to give her virginity to a man she

Pak!

onto the phone

an endless

moment, she forgot to think and

unwilling to recall this matter, but it was presented to her and reminded her firmly as if it was reminding her that this was the stain and nightmare of her whole

a mother and a daughter. On her shoulders, she had the burden to raise her children as well as to take care of her

a sharp pang in

faded, and

“Are you crying?”

off the tears on her face in a hurry. She put down

looked down at her

that something went wrong with her. Now the ceremony was almost over and Armand and Boyce had

covered with tears, but she denied that she was crying. He wondered if she thought that he was

squatted down and made her face him so that she could look

still remained as

expression on the man’s face. She was lost, and her blood and skin seemed to be drawn away by a needle, leaving only a pile of bones,

warm fingers to wipe the tears at her eye corners. He held her face gently with concern. Her

against his chest. “I met Randolph today, so I recalled that he

lie to cover that she had lost

stroked her back and comforted her. “Good girl, don’t be afraid. You

already calmed down, shed tears again when hearing

mother. Later, she had children, so she took care of them. Nobody had told her before that she would

not a sweet talk or a big one. It wasn’t an unforgettable sentence, but it

upstairs to look for Dolores since she had

smoothed her messy hair. “Stop crying. It’s not

the time. “It’s supposed to be the end now. You can go home first. I might be quite busy

pick you up in the

“Sure!”

Seeing that only Dolores and Matthew were upstairs, Theresa wondered if she came

William is leaving,” Theresa

downstairs?” Dolores walked over.

looked back at Matthew, who was talking

“What’s wrong?” Dolores asked.