Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap

“What are you suspicious about?” Boyce was a little confused. Matthew had been so anxious to find Dolores at that time. Why was he so calm right now?

Matthew walked to the window and recalled the bits and pieces of getting along with Dolores, her appearance, her smile, the tone of her voice when she spoke… she was still her… but he didn’t think she was.

“She is not like her.”

Boyce, “…”

“Are you kidding me?” He sat down on the sofa, grabbed the bottle of mineral water and unscrewed the cap to take a sip, “If she is not her, then who is she? Is it possible that someone else has gone through plastic surgery? She is pretending to be her…”

Plastic surgery?

Suddenly Matthew turned around, a hint of coldness on his handsome face and his gaze deep.

Facing each other’s gaze, Boyce’s eyes slowly widened and he understood why Matthew’s reaction had been so big, “You… Do you suspect that the one we found is not Ms. Flores? That someone had plastic surgery to look like her, impersonating her?”

Boyce found it hard to believe, “Maria is locked up by us. Besides, who can be like her this much? And to be exactly the same, I’m afraid it can’t be done in a couple days.”

Matthew was unable to give an answer to his point.

But what he was certain about was that the one they had found was not Dolores.

How could a person’s character change so quickly?

Boyce carefully recalled the process of finding Dolores, “At that time, following the clues near the bar, we checked the surveillance and slowly we found about the van that abducted her. The surveillance showed up near the suburbs. We searched around and found it. The van was on fire, supposedly filled with gasoline. The fire was strong and the smoke was black. Dolores had fallen not far away. At that time, she said that someone was going to burn her to death and that she twisted her ankle and fell down as she was running away. There is absolutely nothing to be suspicious about.”

Matthew sneered coldly, “Maris wanted to kill her so much. How could she just leave without making sure if she was dead?”

“Perhaps she was confident that Dolores would not be able to escape?” Boyce still felt that Matthew was thinking too much.

How many times a person had to go under the knife to get enough plastic surgery to look like another person?

“If you have any doubts, find a cosmetic surgeon to see if her face is reconstructed or not. Wouldn’t you know then?” Boyce suggested.

Matthew glanced at him, “If she is not Dolores, then doing so will only warn her of my suspicion.”

be

to think about

and came up with an idea, “I’ll get you some sleeping pills. You think about a way to make her take it. When she falls asleep, we will take the doctor in for an examination so that she wouldn’t be able to find

really not Dolores then this matter was

Moreover, how could they allow for failure after so much effort and how were

to feel at ease until he figured it out. He stood up quickly and said, “I am going to put some clothes on. Wait for

his uniform, tall and straight,

at him and said nothing

the medicine and returned to the hotel,

all. She sat on the bed and grumbled, “Doesn’t Matthew love Dolores? Why is it that

was exactly like Dolores. She stretched out her hand and stroked it, full of confidence,

of Matthew’s children. Even if he doesn’t love Dolores much, he will still be nice to me because I am the mother of his two children. In the second half of my life, I can live without worry. I will no longer need to watch out for other people’s faces, no longer

*Click*

door opening, ‘Dolores’ immediately dropped her smile

through the door. She

and

when he was with Dolores. Dolores didn’t seem

to two children for him, she still couldn’t make him

will definitely make Matthew fall

and

hand,

want to eat in the restaurant.” As he helped her, she fell into his arms clutching

looked exactly the same as Dolores

her face into

“Your leg is

the gesture to make the phone call and

one who gave birth to two children for him, he

lowered his head and looked at her hands clasped around his waist. His eyes flashed coldly

brightly and rubbed her face against his back, “Then do you… still want me to give birth to a child for you?... I really want to have another baby with you. I think if we have more children, then it would be livelier and more fun. After all, you are the only bloodline of the

Matthew was completely sure that she was not

body and would not be