Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap

“You’ll know after you have a look inside.” Abbott seemed to not notice her panic look and he went straight out of the car. Yet “Dolores” did not move. Why would anyone want to go to the detention centre? “Abbott, don’t you play tricks with me. What are you planning?”

“What could I possibly do to you? Mr. Nelson values you, do you think I have the balls to mess with you?” Abbott walked towards her and stared at her uneasy but still pretended to be composed look. He sneered. “Didn’t you want to see Mr. Nelson? He’s right inside. Why are you so scared to get in? Are you feeling guilty?”

“I, I’m not, you are!” “Dolores” retorted with guilt. “If you don’t, after you.” Abbott gestured her to get in politely to display his “respect” towards her. “Dolores” stared at him for a few seconds and raised her head. “You better not lie to me, or else you’ll be sorry!” After saying those harsh words, she headed inside, asking, “Where is he?” Abbott led the way in front of her.

“Dolores” looked around. She had been there before. Beulah Shawn had been inside before, and she had paid her a visit. It was also Beulah who gave her the idea to abscond with the money back then. She told her, “Annie, your father is a cruel man. If he could abandon his first wife easily back then, he could also abandon you and me now. Now that I’m in prison, I’m afraid you’ll be sent away like Dolores if you stay at home any further. I’ll tell you your father’s safe password, leave after getting the money.”

Beulah had been alert after living with Randolph. She had known that the man was cruel and he prioritized his benefit the moment he sent Dolores and Jessica away without hesitance back then. The reason he married Jessica was because of her dowry. When he could no longer take advantage of her, he abandoned her without caring for their past relationship.

She was still young back then and she could attract clients for him during social dinners. Now that she was getting on in years and she was no longer beautiful as before, and Annabelle did not make any outstanding achievements, and Dolores had married Matthew, Randolph might mistreat Annabelle to please his eldest daughter. Therefore, she had thought of a way out for her daughter.

“Dolores” clenched her fists and her heart ached when she thought of Beulah. She was her mother after all, the mother who truly loved and cared for her. Having thought that, she became more determined to stay by Matthew’s side. Without her mother’s sacrifice, she would not have what she had today, therefore she could not disappoint her. She could not fail!

room last time, the room was way bigger. The tempered glass divided the room into two. The inner space was used for interrogation while there were seats for other people to sit at the outer space. Abbott pushed the door open when they reached the entrance. “Dolores” did not go straight in. She only walked in after peeking inside

of her real identity. He was enthusiastic and deference as he glanced at her from head to toes. “Miss Flores?” Boyce told him she was an impostor. He was slightly shocked when he knew about that. He was amazed by the advancement of today’s plastic surgery skills. He initially thought it was hardly possible to make a person’s face exactly the same as another person’s through the surgery, yet as

such a thin waist. He could not find a single flaw from her face. “What are you looking at?” “Dolores” frowned and

from his words. She then moved closer to Matthew and asked, “Why did you ask me to come here? This place is so creepy.” Without waiting for Matthew to speak, Armand chimed in, “To ask you to come watch a show.” He then put the chair next to her and sat down. “What show?” “Dolores” turned to him. Armand replied in a subtle

the room was soon opened once again. Boyce walked at the front and was followed by two

so much like Maria Herbert from the body figure. She became nervous. It soon proved that she was right when Boyce jerked the black cover off Maria’s head and showed her face. She

shook her head and

know

Her voice inevitably trembled without notice. Armand let out an evil smile. “He hates being deceived.” “Dolores” shuddered.

did not get pregnant in the first place. It was the Herbert family who pleaded

indiscernible cruel look on his face. “I thought you’re not that

there was an icy and sharp look on his face. “Dolores” seemed to notice his cold aura and she instinctively retrieved her hand. She clenched her hands into fists as if that